Trigga Fingaz
Ty The Reaper
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I don't really want no friends We all know how that ends I just wanna win I just wanna win Yea Keep on talkin slick I'm loadin up the clip Keep on talkin licks Yo tongue gone get you twisted Pushed me off the ledge Looked down saw that I was dead Got a couple in the head Off the top I'm seein red All the time Whole time it's me I killed And my trigga fingaz itchin Got that glizzy in the mixin n Strum the trigga it get wicked How you hold that gun that don't Really make no man up outcha It's more power in the tongue That's why they want me silent That's why they want me violent Drop down on a nigga Drop his body if he speak Drop em cold til he leak Murder murder on the scene 187 How many hold this Mac 11 All I really need is 1 Golden eye down the barrel double O 7 I ain't really need a gun Puttin on for my self I don't need the city I don't really care where I'm from They showin fake love They don't give a f*ck And this with people I grew up But you could never try to play us Me and my team on the way up Bad thoughts Take me down To a place I've never been I don't wanna talk But I'm still sinnin I don't wanna talk But I'm still winnin Is this how it feel to be independent Takin chances wit my own business Gettin thick Like boy what you eatin On the road Late nights been sleepless Takin chances Leavin em speechless Grant my wishes When I rub on yo body She feelin mystic But she ain't the genie She move like a dancer But she ain't exotic Takin me higher We stuck off the chronic Im tryna get flyer Don't need a designer I don't really want no friends We all know how that ends I just wanna win I just wanna win Keep on talkin slick I'm loadin up the clip Keep on talkin licks Yo tongue gone get you twisted yea Pushed me off the ledge Looked down saw that I was dead Got a couple in the head Off the top I'm seein red All the time Whole time it's me I killed And my trigga fingaz itchin Got that glizzy in the mix n Strum the trigga it get wicked All this rage inside of me Nobody seem to see So Im sellin out this xtendo clip All these shells is free Everybody talk that talk But I don't hear no evil If you ain't gone walk that walk Shoot 'em Shoot em in his ankles End yo role Like a sprained ankle Got em slippin trippin In a hidin angle And that feeling that rose To the ceiling It hit the floor Don't let em see me In murda mode No evidence By the time that I'm on No evidence by the time that I'm on Get em gone Get em gone Get em gone I don't really want no friends We all know how that ends I just wanna win I just wanna win Keep on talkin slick I'm loadin up the clip Keep on talkin licks Yo tongue gone get you twisted Pushed me off the ledge Looked down saw that I was dead Got a couple in the head Off the top I'm seein red All the time Whole time it's me I killed And my trigga fingaz itchin Got that glizzy in the mixin Strum the trigga it get wicked
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