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trigga'tonguez 2 - loc saint lyrics

[verse 1: loc saint]
loc for the rhythm and their guts could bust
i’m gonna move for the inching, when i start to bust
i got a vision for you motherf*ckers, ash to dust
and if you really push your luck when i get to thrust
i put the knife up in their pants when i stab the dust
and take their money, man, i guess
you attacking us
i go hard, that’s why i hit ’em like i’m ravenous
while everybody bow down, bunch of amateurs
i never answer to n0body
really ready for the riddle when i hit ’em with the spittle where the magic is
or when the loc will bеat the ground
i’m ’bout to heat ’em whеn i come on every single body bang on my adjectives
let me ask you a question
are you ready for the gunfight?
hit ’em with the sunlight
showing every motherf*cker what a trigga tongue
i’m dumb, petty bum like picking a package a milli cracker
when i fl!ck it on back this trigga tongue gets attacking
and you’re ready for the wreckage
when i’m stepping with a fully automatic weapon that i be checking
that gotta beat up on the back of the barrel
the same bullets when the crew cut
chopping like american mullets
so when i treat with a rush
better be prepared because a motherf*cker never hesitates
now pull it, i wanna hit ’em
with the trigga tongue
flip it and roll it
[chorus: loc saint]
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)

[verse 2: dubbz]
we make it pound for the underground
better double down
like you’re ducking a dozen of bullets, get up in the ground
but i run up and you c*ck it, them brackets it goes blow
brains all over the wall, falling out
we here to eat it with enormous plates
you’re not normal people, more like norman bates
stabbing the cadaver with a dapper blade
and i’m a little bit of mad that it aggravates
give me a piece of that, plus i’m off the dab
and lyrical buck wild cause of after*dab
stabbing, jab it tight, let them cough and then tighten it
to keep it creeping and crawling like a spider in the night
see i did my dirt, to the dungeon under
did the dirty deed until the deed is slumber
i’m a bad seed indeed and need the number
trigga tongue, come get it and gon’ need the blunder
i wonder
when i bring in the gun and then does it hit like thunder?
when i’m up under the rubble
do it on the double lungs
feel like i bubble in trouble
always gobble it up to feed the hunger
speed demon, gotta feed the beast so keep dreaming
always keep my demons on a leash, heat season
trigga tongue tunez, even after death we still breathing
[chorus: loc saint]
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)

[verse 3: twisted insane]
told ’em i’d do it before i lit ’em up
voodoo will chop and pop all the n*ggas that wanna giddy*up
any of you finna wolf i got peoples up in your city bruh
hit ’em with lethal weapon and bring you death, then you really done
automatic, i’m mad at you, want it and i’ll be giving ’em
demon, i really mean it, just let me in like i’m fiendin’ ’em
everybody is shook and now what the f*ck you been feeding him?
i think it’s better to go because there no beating him
n*ggas will wanna run from the truth
better stay with the running because i’m coming to shoot
adios ’em when i tussle with the gun in the booth
and i be standing with the k, now what you wanting to do?
would you give up your life?
to the one who was sick
trigga tongue, i bring a gun and you don’t wanna get hit
and they don’t want it with the one
i’m here to give you what you want
so you can go ahead and come and i ain’t running from sh*t, n*gga
it’s murder for hire, give me the beat
homie i got that rap and that fire, fill it while we
people say they be ready to die but i can tell when i’m looking them super deep in the eyes, he really weak
diabolical venom, i hit ’em up every minute
got people that wanna run away asking him if he done
animal from the set, yet they only about to take you, but venture the murder, hush, you surrounded by trigga tonguez
[chorus: loc saint]
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)
when i got them trigga tonguez up and running
ain’t n0body gonna slow ’em down (down)
welcome to the sequel
never be equal
it’s that simple, that’s your world type of sound (sound)
trigga tongue tunez look for heathens
feed you when i’m f*cking up my redo
bleed through when the gums get lethal
better believe we make it pound (pound)

- loc saint lyrics

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