Trigga Happy lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : Trigga Happy



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Dope Fiend Willy:

Heh Heh Yeah goddamn
it’s that old gangsta shit right there boy
goddamn
shit heh heh
this is Dope Fiend
Willy from the last mutha fuckin record I want
the
ten piece hey I got me some now I don’t
give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
all ain’t
gonna know nothin bout this O.G. shit
unless
you start knowin sumpim about Uzi’s and shit So
uh?

Verse 1: Spice 1

Now this 380
was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
she
lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr.
Glock
now glock had many bitches, he sold
pussy by the pound
and bitches jocked his
trigga everytime he came around
Big baller,
big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha
fucka Mr.
Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too,
He had his own hoes
Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener
who wore ho’ish clothes
G-string up the ass
with the big fat clitoris
drinkin that Colt 45
cuz she’s a gangsta bitch
I love my neener
and my neener loves me mutha fucka’s think
I’m crazy
cuz I’m trigga
happy

Chorus in the
background:

Trigga happy, Trigga happy,
Trigga happy nigga
(repeat 4X)

Dope
Fiend Willie:

heh heh, well goddamn
smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt
45
back at the mutha fuckin house heh heh,
yeah I’m ready to do somethin’
with one of
these little ol’young mutha fucka’s heh heh
yeah, but I
think maybe a ol’ ten piece hook
me up mutha fucka I know you got
that
shit
yeah mutha fuckin Dope Fiend
Willie in the house, don’t give a fuck
about
no nigga heh mutha fucka shit.

Verse 2:
Spice 1

Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out
the bullet shed
And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his
(???)
And the shit it don’t be gettin no
better, you gotta watch for that
crooked ass
cop Officer Beretta
Put your ass in a sling,
check out that skinny ass bitch deuce
deuce
thinking she miss thing
and Mr tech
nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and
stuttered when
he could had a hoe
But he
still knockin boots from hell to heaven nigga got
a page about
three feety seven
gettin paid
for the cot, so now he got a deal with that
bitch’s pimp mr
glock

Chrous in the
background:
(Repeat 3X)

Dope Fiend
Willie:

yeah yeah I like that new shit boy
yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga
happy HEH
trigga happy nigga Yeah I like that shit. I’m
bout to go
over here and talk to these girls
over here damn baby what you got on
and
shit.


Verse 3: Spice 1

Now
every nigga’s wavin peace to the nine
cuz
glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap
wine
with his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find
Mr Technine do his ass in
Niggas plottin hits
plottin schemes but Mr Technine’s got an
AR-15
An OG nigga from the hood got his cash
on rollin fly brooms smokin
chronic to the
fuckin dome
and Mr Glock got the word from his
people Mr Technine’s havin a party
at the
Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club
when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted
his ass with the street sweeper

Chorus in
the background:
(repeat 4X)

Dope Fiend
Willie:

(Smoking) (coughing) goddamn shit
fuck yall and your folks got these
days? That
old chronic shit look at that! Goddamn boy let me
get
another hit of that shit ( smoking) goddamn
(coughing)
You ol’ trigga happy mutha fuckin
youth