13.Trigga Happy
Dope fiend willy：
Heh heh yeah goddamn it that old gangsta shit right there boy
goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is dope fiend willy from the last mutha fuckin record i
want the
Ten piece hey i got me some now i don give a fuck but uh huh
yeah you
All ain gonna know nothin bout this o.g. shit
Unless you start knowin sumpim about uzi and shit so uh？
Verse 1： spice 1
Now this 380 was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp mr. glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga everytime he came around
Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha fucka
mr.
Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs hollow tip and neener who wore ho sh clothes
G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that colt 45 cuz she a gangsta bitch
I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha fucka think i
crazy
Cuz i trigga happy
Chorus in the background：
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
(repeat 4x)
Dope fiend willie：
Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, i got me a
colt 45
Back at the mutha fuckin house heh heh, yeah i ready to do
somethin？with one of these little oloung mutha fucka heh heh
yeah, but i
Think maybe a ol？ ten piece hook me up mutha fucka i know you
got that
Shit
Yeah mutha fuckin dope fiend willie in the house, don give a
fuck
About no nigga heh mutha fucka shit.
Verse 2： spice 1
Mr snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And mrs mossberg blowin up his (？？？)
And the shit it don be gettin no better, you gotta watch for
that
Crooked ass cop officer beretta
Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass bitch deuce
deuce
Thinking she miss thing
And mr tech nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and
stuttered when
He could had a hoe
But he still knockin boots from hell to heaven nigga got a page
about
Three feety seven
Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that bitch
pimp mr
Glock
Chrous in the background：
(repeat 3x)
Dope fiend willie：
Yeah yeah i like that new shit boy yeah heh heh trigga happy,
trigga
Happy heh trigga happy nigga yeah i like that shit. i bout to go
Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you
got on
And shit.
Verse 3： spice 1
Now every nigga wavin peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
With his nigga ak drug kingpin gotta find mr technine do his ass
in
Niggas plottin hits plottin schemes but mr technine got an ar-15
An og nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms
smokin
Chronic to the fuckin dome
And mr glock got the word from his people mr technine havin a
party
At the desert eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted his ass with the street sweeper
Chorus in the background：
(repeat 4x)
Dope fiend willie：
(smoking) (coughing) goddamn shit fuck yall and your folks got
these
Days？ that old chronic shit look at that! goddamn boy let me get
Another hit of that shit ( smoking) goddamn (coughing)
You ol？trigga happy mutha fuckin youth
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