Trigger Finger - Lil Wayne feat Soulja Boy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I ain't lookin' back, n_gga.
I'm a douchebag to these p_ssy ass n_ggas.
Hammer in my draws but I nail yo b_tch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullsh_t aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't sh_t but b_tches and money.
I pass that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you n_ggas in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a b_tch, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the f_ck you gon' talk sh_t to diarrhea
Muthaf_cka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthaf_cka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]
One in ya dome [x8]
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine n_gga.
Eyes hella red like chlorine n_gga.
I was gettin' that p_ssy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my d_ck, the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't s_ck d_ck, I don't give her that d_ck.
Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that b_tch.
Money is the issue, full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival.
I don't f_ck with these n_ggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These n_ggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep that ratchet n_gga.
Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you n_gga.
Blow yo f_ckin' brains out in traffic n_gga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick n_gga.
One b_tch on the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.
She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]
One in ya dome [x8]
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.
Make yo death wish, cause I'm too fresh.
Cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this.
Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin.

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.
I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches.
And these n_ggas nag like b_tches.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my b_tches be bad as vision
You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.
Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome...

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