Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Soulja Boy Album: I Am Not a Human Being II Song: Trigger Finger Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lil Wayne] I ain't lookin back nigga I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggaz Hammer in my drawers but I nail yo' bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station addin fuel to the fire "Life ain't shit but bitches and money" I pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me Phoenix Highway to heaven, I'm takin the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controllin my thoughts is like tamin sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me I'm a sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggaz in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo' ex Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea? Motherfucker it's on, I'm just rubbin 'em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I'll have a broke motherfucker run in your home For a crumb and a bone and put {one in your dome} [Chorus] {One in your dome} {*8X to fade*} Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin {*5X*} Nigga {*echoes*} [Lil Wayne] "I don't like to dream about gettin paid" You Ain't Gon' Hurt Nobody+ like Kid 'n Play Ain't nuttin sweet but the codeine nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga I was gettin that pussy, I was gettin that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt, +Nutty Professor+ I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggaz, too old for new friends ... but never too rich for new money These niggaz buying Haterade by the twelve pack - like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes miss goody, keep that ratchet nigga Trigger finger itchin I'll scratch you nigga Blow yo fuckin brains out in traffic nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga One bitch on the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone, is in front of your home She 'bout to run in your home and put {one in your dome} [Chorus] [Soulja Boy] Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself Make yo' death wish, cause I'm too fresh Cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death You go broke tryin to get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death What you talkin? I came out a coffin - yeah~!! [Lil Wayne] I just can't see myself, livin in a house of mirrors I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches And these niggaz nag like bitches, actin like little fags like +Richard+ And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician I ammunition, call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camou the shorts Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc Put ya son in ya arm, or put {one in your dome} {One in your dome} {*8X to fade*}