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loc saint - trigga' tonguez كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
loc saint…
twisted insane…
murdascriptz…
and eric c the tempa tantrum…
c-ck back…
load it…
ha ha!
trigga tonguez!!

[chorus: loc saint]
welcome to a trigga tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers c-cked back to go boom / next up that automatic trigger from the state called tha’wash / loc saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off

[verse 1: loc saint]
buckin and ruckin to pull it / f-ck it we nuck it or bullet / you better be duckin or you’ll be struck in the gullet / a when i suckin da air and prepare for symbolic erradic a manic in a panic harder then granite a witta finger up on the trigger to pick up what im packing and you better get em up hit em up wet em up are you ready for the dump a da rounds now spit em up / bout to go down / trigga tongue throw down / imma k-9 headed for the vein line bit em up / ripple through da body witta riddle that i made up / widdle witta little venom in em get sprayed up / griddle a plus on da flesh getchya grade up trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes i really can’t breath so i gotta take a second to reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lung seize (yeah right) tap into the bad percent of me buckin like an automatic witta static anatomy im a manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle witta rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but saddlin up and spittin so much rythme outta me im bout to scatter my guts and put da mainstream rappers on da platter with a side of adobada and i wanna eat em up cause the tracks are wack and weak as f-ck / set em all up call em all out / raining down upon the game like a nuke witta catastrophic fallout / then we suited up loc twisted insane murda and tempa to kick em all out / i reloaded my trigga to count the k!lls when im floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills / inside of my mind you’ll find jimmy riggin the wheels / centered within many of my various sk!lls / everybody getting chills when i make em all feel that compatible hannibal real deal / with the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled my tougne straight back and started crackin off steel / imma open the lips and load clips that’ll getchya focused to note just how the loc comes real / wrote this witta opus come and quote this trigga finger itchy so i scratched to k!ll /

[chorus: loc saint]
welcome to a trigga tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers c-cked back to go boom / next up that maniac trigger from-the-state they call k!lla cali / twisted insane unload your clip and show em all how you rally

[verse 2: twisted insane]
choppin anybody with karate as i pull up on’em poppin everybody
droppin somethin now they really runnin
stood up on the grave bury him up in the cemetery
when you finished with the millimeter homie it is still beggining
bust’em when i kick the door watch’em with the sh-t
people really wonderin like who the f-ck i’m with
i dont really get it so i keep a wicked trigger finger
feeling h-lla itchy
imma pull on this b-tch
i hit’em with the sh-t that make a n-gga
wanna get up out his seat and mess around a motha f-cka like a rabbit
only if i could a been a n-gga workin at a mickey d’s double cheese
but the swishers automatic
homie it could be erratic but the devastation
posted with the fiends
im a sickling
when i rip beings
never ping
when the clip sing
hear the phone ring
let your team get the beasting underground king
ima lean on a n-gga
black mask toe tag so sad
when i hit beans on a n-gga
i remember when it used to be cool
but that was way before the ratchet b-tch put rings on a n-gga
hit ’em with the trigger when i’m spitting
i don’t really care if anybody walking while sayin i ain’t sh-t
they can eat a f-cking d-ck
i’m it
hit ’em with a bullet put ’em in the trunk then hop up in the whip
then move to the wind
grippin up on a motherf-ckin 40
and im faded of the juice and the gin
loosin’ the swim
doin’ bout’ 150 moving through the night
n-gga who’s finna win?
wasted
i don’t really know if i’mma make it
i’mma f-cking train until he gets to location
bathe in a b-tch guts
right before i cut
pardon me if i keep anybody waiting
i’m in the fast lane
with the pedal to the metal
doin’ about 108
wait
don’t wanna be late
sh-t
i’mma push through the night
homie, i don’t really wanna miss the brains on my plate
remain h-lla great
probably cuz’ i always keep my zip to my own
and my lips on the bong
anybody wanna go against that, hit ’em up
make a m-th-f-cka feel the clip, from the tongue!

[hook: loc saint]
welcome to a trigga tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers c-cked back to go boom / next up that fully loaded trigger from [?d-nka wash down?] / murdascriptz unload your clip and show em how you get down

[verse 3: murdascriptz]

murda k!ll em with the venom like a fully automatic
send em back into a panic, then they end up in the attic
[?]

[hook: loc saint]
welcome to a trigga tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers c-cked back to go boom / next up that machine gun trigger from the state of colorado
tempa tantrum unload your clip just like you stepped into battle

[verse 4: tempa tantrum]
it’s that, colorado k!ller that be comin’ [?]

- loc saint

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