Trigga Lyrics

You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists
Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch
I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach
If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach
In my hood niggas kill for practice
Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause
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Ain't no love the trigga ain't got names
Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain Homocide wash up all the blood stains
Dead nigga washed up in a new range
I wake up to the new york post
At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat
My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island
Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling
So much weed I wonder who seed is
So much hoes I'm acting conceited

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