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tricky lizzy – 3 lyrics

{intro}
i wrote this song in 20 minutes and i bet it will suck ass but yeah
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no
yuh

{verse 1}
i’m sick of these b+tches, you can say what ever you want about me and my riches, and i bet you fake your d+mn your statistics
i will never work with people that do sh+t for clout ’cause they are dry like a d+mn desert, one of these day i will blow up like nuclear bomb, i’m sick of these wh0res, like i hate pores, i walk in all fours
and i can’t open doors for anyone, where are my thumbs? i think i’m dumb and numb, i’m swimming in ditches, i have an open eye like mike and sully, i grip a stick i wrote a poem not a rap, you can cap all day long, you can slap your own ass, i don’t appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me (oh) go buy some marijuana, sh+t i forgot my f+cking ketchup, you a dummy you funny lady, i keep that commie tommy gun under my pants, popping them pills like pop rocks, you sh+tting or p+ssing, i’m in the kitchen whipping, i’m not going to the shipping store to ship you any thing, solsa down under he sipping his pee, but he text me saying “you want a three sum?”
go buy some marijuana, sh+t i f+cking forgot my ketchup, not get up from that fall, f+ck a fake friend, all you p+ssy b+tches stupid cap
got my fecal with sewer rats, moving like a wave in a cave

{chours}
frogger a logger i’m smoking down a tree, staring at you sipping my larger down the street, b+tch don’t put a switch on this witch, because they are not rich, and stop f+cking twitching i’m trying to do something on you

{verse 2}
bow to god, bow to her p+ssy that dripping on your meat, unless you have something else you need, i need to drink more alcohol
hate on me all you want, you can leave comments on my sh+t, people are scared to say sh+t now in days, prolly ran by a half b+tch (haha)
color myself in sharpie because i can, p+ss on his checks and think that he knows kung fu, if they come around this way you getting stuck up, did i stutter? (nah) i’m just trying to roll my blunt on my school notebook, but i’m going to ride my boat into a dock like kodak black (no hate on him) fall in love if you fed him right, yuh
b+tch i’m up in the dead of night, let me go on the p+rn site, i need to put my visene in my eyes, dirty b+tches take care of your hygiene
they judge me but they never met me at all (the f+ck)

{outro}
welp that is the whole song and its done

- tricky lizzy lyrics

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