"Lap Dance (Heaux) (Triggamix)" lyrics
Uh
Oh, it's Trigga, yeah
Oh, it's Trigga, yeah
Make that ass jump, yea
Make that ass jump, yea
Oh, it's Trigga
Make that ass jump
Keep it right there
Do she like girls
So we might share
I ain't gon' get the pussy
Yeah, right, fat chance (chance)
That ass so fat I need a lap dance
Make that ass jump
Keep it right there
Do she like girls, yeah
So we might share
I ain't gon' get the pussy
Yeah, right, fat chance (chance)
And that ass so fat I need a lap dance
Aye, uh, aye
These hoes call me Trigga, man
I be spendin' loads of the dough that you niggas can't
Drink mo' liquor than the average liver can
Can't stand, I see through you niggas, cat scan
Keep that pussy bussin' like an automatic gat can
Gon' tell that red head Robin I'll be Batman
Man down
Had your pants down
'Cause the kush is so loud, got my eyes panned out now
Me without a bad bitch, how that sound
That's like Rick Ross sayin' the pies ran out
Now back to her ass 'cause she clappin' her ass
Tell 'em bring the car 'round, please
Spend money like it grows on trees
Make it fall like leaves
And she blow like weed
You ain't never gon' meet another hoe like me
Come, I tell you where the hoes gon be
She come to came, came to cum
She won't leave
She a freak
Yeah, they say you are what you eat
But I ain't ate shit, guess I am are what I skeet
So fly 'til I land on her butt
Right
Nigga, I'ma beast
Couldn't be clearer that I'm full of me
Look at me, I'm everything you niggas couldn't be
Ocean, nigga, like Frank though
I'm boastin', nigga, like
I mean, a hoe faint
I could really give a fuck about a lap dance
I'm gettin' money like a white man
In this white man's world, I could give a fuck about a black man
Who the fuck am I
It's like a Mac 10
Don't front, I'm
Bring that motherfucka back in
Once you ask them
Roll this til the wheels fall off
And I dare a motherfucka to
I'm cooler than you fools
That's what the facts is
And I got her face down
24s, uh-huh, John Doe
Oops, wrong song, but yall know
These niggas slow
I'm spendin' cash, I'm gettin' dough
Shit too easy, man
This shit way too easy
Yeah, oh, it's Trigga
Yeah, okay
Oh, it's Trigga, yeah
Oh, it's Trigga, yeah
Make that ass jump, yea
Make that ass jump, yea
Oh, it's Trigga
Make that ass jump
Keep it right there
Do she like girls
So we might share
I ain't gon' get the pussy
Yeah, right, fat chance (chance)
That ass so fat I need a lap dance
Make that ass jump
Keep it right there
Do she like girls, yeah
So we might share
I ain't gon' get the pussy
Yeah, right, fat chance (chance)
And that ass so fat I need a lap dance
Aye, uh, aye
These hoes call me Trigga, man
I be spendin' loads of the dough that you niggas can't
Drink mo' liquor than the average liver can
Can't stand, I see through you niggas, cat scan
Keep that pussy bussin' like an automatic gat can
Gon' tell that red head Robin I'll be Batman
Man down
Had your pants down
'Cause the kush is so loud, got my eyes panned out now
Me without a bad bitch, how that sound
That's like Rick Ross sayin' the pies ran out
Now back to her ass 'cause she clappin' her ass
Tell 'em bring the car 'round, please
Spend money like it grows on trees
Make it fall like leaves
And she blow like weed
You ain't never gon' meet another hoe like me
Come, I tell you where the hoes gon be
She come to came, came to cum
She won't leave
She a freak
Yeah, they say you are what you eat
But I ain't ate shit, guess I am are what I skeet
So fly 'til I land on her butt
Right
Nigga, I'ma beast
Couldn't be clearer that I'm full of me
Look at me, I'm everything you niggas couldn't be
Ocean, nigga, like Frank though
I'm boastin', nigga, like
I mean, a hoe faint
I could really give a fuck about a lap dance
I'm gettin' money like a white man
In this white man's world, I could give a fuck about a black man
Who the fuck am I
It's like a Mac 10
Don't front, I'm
Bring that motherfucka back in
Once you ask them
Roll this til the wheels fall off
And I dare a motherfucka to
I'm cooler than you fools
That's what the facts is
And I got her face down
24s, uh-huh, John Doe
Oops, wrong song, but yall know
These niggas slow
I'm spendin' cash, I'm gettin' dough
Shit too easy, man
This shit way too easy
Yeah, oh, it's Trigga
Yeah, okay
