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trissy boi - serman lyrics

[intro]
aight same thing as last time
mr. ckbeats remade a song
i-i made it better
you’re welcome

[verse 1]
n-gg-s eat my -ss cos i’m with it b-tch yuh
i will put my f-ckin’ d-ck in a little kid yuh
alter boys really know how to give me head yuh
backseat with that heat f-ck kiddies ayy
b-tch i f-ck the pope still struck some gold ayy
i just wanna f-ck b-tch this kid a hoe
mans on a roll d-ck is a pole
f-ckin’ with these kiddies catch a d-ck in their throat

[bridge]
f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies
f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies ayy
f-ck n-gg- ayy f-ck n-gg- ayy f-ck n-gg- ayy f-ck n-gg-
f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies
f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies f-ck kiddies ayy
f-ck n-gg- yuh ayy
f-ck n-gg- yuh ayy
f-ck n-gg- yuh
ayy yuh

[verse 2]
i got lots of d-cks in my motherf-ckin’ hand yuh
i got lots of kids in my motherf-ckin’ van yuh
take some vanity all them kids gon’ eat my -ss yuh
wrists are slittin’ open and the d-ck is in my -ss yuh
i’m suicidal i’m k!llin’ myself
i got no reason to live for myself
i just really wanna f-ckin’ go die
gettin’ shocked cos i just f-cked a strobelight
hanging’ the knot is on the go right
sprayin’ my j-zz like fire hose
look at me look at me hatin’ g-ys
it’s me flexin’ fake and g-y
you think i’m givin’ a d-mn ayy
pull up with d-ck in your man ayy
pubic hair lickin’ the strands ayy
bondage i’m thinkin’ with bands
and i’m still under thiccies thiccies
givin’ ’em all these d-ckies kiddies sh-t
fifty down i’m hittin’ licks and
i suck on booty like i’m sick of this sh-t
f-ck on it suck on it lovin’ kids ayy
f-ck on it suck on it lovin’ kids ayy
if you don’t love me you won’t love that i love
to f-ck on these sh-t kid’s -ss with a chain
f-ck on it suck on it lovin’ kids ayy
f-ck on it suck on it lovin’ kids ayy
if you don’t love me you won’t love that i love
to f-ck on these sh-tty -ss kids with a chain

[verse 3]
uh ayy yuh
born in ’99 and i got 99 kids on my d-ck
bois got out the pen i know about it from the deepweb sh-t
only tapin’ sh-t so when you watch it you gon’ f-ckin’ b-tch
never used a pen but they like his d-ck hard he’s f-ckin’ sick
ayy on my d-ck ayy want them on my d-ck
yes last week you caught me f-ckin’ on ’em
i won’t f-ckin’ quit
wait sir please do not arrest me
i was tryna be friendly
don’t be hatin’ like them other enemies uh
20 somethin’ children all i’m f-ckin’ on and
every kid i sn-tch i take with an optic
every copper tryna show me a warrant
but what is the purpose if i’m gonna say f-ck it
woah tryna get away but i just see them walkin’ by my door
make the homies proud i broke the record for the kids i stole

- trissy boi lyrics

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