Kingpin Skinny Pimp - Trigga Back lyrics

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Kingpin Skinny Pimp - Trigga Back lyrics

[Hook] 3x Move the trigger back Move the trigger back Move the trigger back (Get yo body snatched) Pull it back, pull it back Pull it back, pull it back (Yeah, get yo body snatched) [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Scarecrow the deadliest (?) predator Bullets will crash in the cantaloupe When the ... punishment there is no hope And my n***a yo d**h was the antidote k** 'em on row, k**in' 'em right away Filling your cap with decay Blow 'em away, Infamous gettin' ridiculous With a damn butcher knife blade b**h don't play ... today You better get out of my face What you say? Don't f** around and get yo little weak a** caught Make 'em have to come and trace yo body With some f**ing chalk Spill yo motherf**in' thoughts on the goddamn sidewalk All them n***as that you got And all them guns that you brought co*k back the hammer and pop it at random I'm crashin' the head in with the cannon f** n***as I can't stand 'em ... Don't get yo soft a** whacked When Infamous pull that trigger back I beat yo head in flecks, snortin' on a railroad track Havin' a c**aine heartattack, dilated cardiac Scarecrow, many gun mags, mutilatin' maniac Trick don't f** around get yo damn body snatched [Hook] [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound West Memhpis, East Memphis, dopeboys all around Wanna get served by the motherf**ing bird mane Cocaine cowboys leavin' nothing but blood stains Working a** n***as (?) yo money like a (?) hustler Knowin' all the time he ain't sh** but a undercover Don't you know the streets talk? Some say that I'm the mane I don't need that title, I just (?) the money, f** the fame I work so smart and not so hard like a natural born genius And if I send some k**ers at yo (?) n***as be gigglish And if you knock up on my door make sure that you call me first Cause most of da time we count up money With n***as that look like Lurch From the (?) ain't gon' make us sh** cause this the truth I can make a gangsta-horrormovie 'bout the sh** we do n***as call me first penitentiary almost every other day Ain't no mistake (?) when I do this sh** my way, hide yo face [Hook] [Verse 3: Dirty White]

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