Trigga Happy Lyrics by Spice 1

Trigga Happy Lyrics

    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

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