Video Squeeze The Trigga de Juicy J 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juicy J - Squeeze The Trigga Lyrics

Squeeze The Trigga Song Lyrics
Squeeze The Trigga by Juicy J [Verse 1: Killa B]
Now we popping game on the b**ches ’cause they know
A pimp type nigga’s on the motherf**king flow
So drop it off hoe and I’ma go up in your back
And if you talk sh*t, you’ll get a foot up in your ass
See f**ked niggas fake and players stay strong
See if it ain’t dead ’cause this sh*t is going on, b
Careful when you’re rolling through my motherf**king set
‘Cause if you ain’t strapped, your stupid ass [?]
And I bet I got some things for you pussy ass niggas
Perpetrate, like you’re hard and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you’re the sh*t just because you want a bite
But step to the killer and your ass just might take flight
‘Cause I’m tired of the motherf**king [?]
So just pass me the Glock for the f**king execution
A pimp type nigga ’cause I got to be real
You got to come hard unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a motherf**king hoe
So now it’s time I rush your ass to the f**king floor
I ain’t saying what I’m saying motherf**ker, it’s for real
You’re gonna f**k around and get your motherf**king cap hit

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
[Verse 2: Killa B]
I spit motherf**king lyrics from my windpipe
f**king niggas up when it’s time to fill their head like
Rolling through the mound with a half a pound of yak
Then I call my nigga [?] iced out jacket
Make a move brother, [?] 8Ball
I got the Glock in the glove for your niggas stupid car
A pimp with a b**ch, so motherf**k a hoe
I got b**ches selling Aspirin from Tennessee to Chicago
Cali and New York and all the seven seas
(Do pimps eat pussy?) Man, that depends
I kick it like a [?] I thought you niggas knew it
If you got a mission too [?]
A nigga doing wrong but I’m still about the right things
Sold a little dope but I never had to gangbang
[?] on my roadies, peeping game in the clip
And one in the chamber for you niggas on the creep tip
b**ches on my dick ’cause they know this sh*t is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
So see it’s quite simple for a nigga that’s for real
Don’t step to the killer or else you’ll get your f**king cap hit

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Squeeze the trigga
[Verse 3: Killa B]
Just like my nigga homicide, I’m paranoid nigga
You reach for your gat, aw sh*t I got a [?]
So pimps don’t play, so motherf**ker don’t step
A b**ch killing hoes ’cause I got to hold my rep
See I’m stepping with my weapon on my hip, it’s a trip
Every clip in my hand and I’m walking with a limp
Gorilla pimping b**ches in the motherf**king house
Orange Mound niggas that were gonna turn it out
For the niggas getting buck, getting so ruck
When I’m filling cats, I take the motherf**king dandruff
Off a nigga head, it’s dripping red on the concrete
Notice when I’m flowing that I never got off beat
One time, see I kick the rhymes that make you shiver
It’s me Killa B, the motherf**king [?]

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother f**king [?]