Trigga Play lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : Trigga Play



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I'm bout that trigga play nigga
I aint stuntin
you bout two
You can get busy you know the
choices is on you
I come through your areas to
burry you
I slow you down take your Rolex with
the bezel too
The B.G. a HB off VL
Tips on
the creek rang choppers like a church bell
I
armed nigga and backed up by click
niggaz
Thats trigga happy dont give a fuck
bout killin niggaz
We killin haters with tommy
guns spillin haters
The ghetto made us slangin
is how we get our paper
pull off capers an
original thug taper
Got riches handed over
nigga before I erase ya
You want my troubles I
dont believe you ready for it
But I'll bring it
to you if you insist you ready for it
You want
beef I'm dramatized on paper
You makin me
sleep cause I'm bout that trigga
play

(chorus)
B.G. bout trigga
play
B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
B.G.
bout spittin 50 out a K
On the real B.G. bout
trigga play now woo the
B.G. straight duckin
feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
On
the real B.G. killin chopters
Look in the sky
flyin by it's hellicopters
*on the
real*

Picture I hang words with a nigga
off the other side
Can't underestimate him so
I'ma grab my shit and ride
Wayne drive do a
pull up and I'ma bust
Wicked plus after that
bussiness is a must
My ????? know him he wanna
fuck so she can get it
She on the phone with
him, nobody home with him
Got it goin in right
I know he keep his chrome with him
I'm squeeky
yeah I'ma hit him in his dome nigga
His enemy
aint with nobody stillin me
Thats why you
never catch me without my 'tilary
I keep a
nina if not I keep a fifth beemer
Once the
drama on I aint waitin to cap a p bra
Snake
for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it aint no
love
Anybody slip and they get slid
I ride
or die I play it raw thats the way I'm
raised
Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that
trigga play

(chorus)
B.G. bout trigga
play
B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
B.G.
bout spittin 50 out a K
On the real B.G. bout
trigga play, now woo thee
B.G. straight duckin
feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
On
the real B.G. play with choppers
Look in the
sky flyin by it's helicopters
*on the
real*

Its on again I gotta grab my chrome
again
Some nigga trippin I gotta upset a home
again
I'm spankin niggaz after a wait they
momma be faintin
I'm yankin niggaz in any
given situation
No mouthin off I bring the
blues to the weak
Nigga what you wan' do I'll
tear down both sides of the streets
In the
U.P.T. on the up and up niggas get killed
In
the U.P.T. on the up and up shit really get
real
You slangin coke if anything be ready to
accept it
Cause you'll have those checks comin
and B.G. will intercept it
I like that I play
the game raw nigga
Lets take it far nigga you
bout that warfare nigga
On the backstreet its
me in a black ram truck
Head huntin woo thee
tryin to jam a nigga up
I'm on a grind for
mind to get it how you feel
I'ma stunt nigga
its all about that trigga
play

(chorus)
B.G. bout trigga
play
B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
B.G.
bout spittin 50 out a K
On the real B.G. bout
trigga play now woo the
B.G. straight duckin
feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
On
the real B.G. towin chopters
Look in the sky
flyin by it's hellicopters
*on the
real*

(REPEAT CHORUS)