☆ Rihanna – Hold The Trigger – Kpop 가사 모음 Lyric

"Soldier"

I’m a soldier
I’m a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I’m a soldier
I’m a soldier
Yo

Verse #1
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into And got the rep of a villian, for weapon
consealin’
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing
Will it stick out my neck with respect if it
meant life or death
Never lived to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its
true
If it’s you, what your saying in your raps
what you do
So they feel, it’s part of ya obligation of
forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face
are you for real?
The compitation ain’t no compisation if you
feel
Your in violation, any hesitation? it’ll get
you killed
If you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it,
reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of
bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, ’til its empty, tempt
me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a
good squeeze

Chorus
I’m a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
I’m a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
I’m a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
I’m a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never stumble

Verse #2
I love pissing you off, it get’s me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets
me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I’ll violate, and all the motherfucking bet’s
be off
I’m a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6’2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that method
to get rid of the next bully
It’s actually better, cause instead of you
murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I
kick dirt in them
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and
get sued,
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks
in the room
Everybody’s hearts just stops, they call the
cops
All you see is bitches coming out their
halter tops
Running and ducking up at Hot Rock’s parking You’ll all get shot, whether its your fault
or not

Chorus

Verse #3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I’m
talking to em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock
it to em
I’m like a thug, with a little bit of ‘Pac
influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches
rocking to it
You mother fuckers can never do it like I can
do it
Don’t even try, you’ll look stupid, do not
pursue it
Don’t ever run your life trying to knock the
truse
I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me
to it
So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on
the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on
the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart
through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I’ll never be
Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey
‘Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these
rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face
of diversity