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trizz - bitch lyrics

she was dead in my back seat, got pulled over, told the cop she was geeked and fell asleep now we gone talk about this b-tch named cindy she cheated tryna f-ck wit a model while she was wit me. one of my n-ggas hit me and said he seen her at wendy’s. this b-tch was tryna forget me quickly look how she did me. i hit her phone up, “what the f-ck you doin’ b-tch?” “im at my home girl house watching movies trizz”, you a god d-mn lie, who the f-ck you with? the homie told me he seen you, kick it wit a f-ckin’ simp. i swear to god on my life if i catch you b-tch, i’ma f-ck you and cut you then toss you in a ditch, b-tch this made sicc, co-signed by brotha lynch, mannibal cannibal eat you up cuz it ain’t sh-t. i f-ck wit strange now, i’m on the tour and making chips, gold digging trick, eat a d-ck and die slow ripped!

now this b-tch named ashley is f-cked up, she a gold digging sl-t that had me f-cked up, i only f-cked once, she was tryna stick me up, every time we went to lunch, i was spending all my bucks. she was broke as sh-t, thirsty she was on this d-ck, literally thinkin she was rich by spending all my chips. b-tch u make me sicc, and thats why im on madesicc, i hope you die a slow and painful death from an aids d-ck. cuz you ain’t sh-t, even if you take a sh-t, unfaithful b-tch, i hope you get raped by a gang of crips, and the blood drip. left for dead and full of sh-t, layin’ in a ally to get ate up by some blue pits. ooh sh-t. rude sh-t , who are you b-tch? breakin all the rules like i’m ready to get sued b-tch. still blowin up my phone like we coo, sh-t. i wish the worst on you and yo family who ain’t gone do sh-t!

now lakeesha was this b-tch ugly b-tch from _______ remember me, you met me through a friend now your an enemy, thought you was friend of me, after u befriended me, all over me kissing me, i left and now u missin’ me. you couldn’t handle all the groupies that was on my d-ck you selfish b-tch, i’m handsome and i rap i couldn’t help it trick, you couldn’t tell me sh-t ill probably go to h-ll for this, the devil understand a n-gga, swear he know me well as sh-t. i don’t care for sh-t, always prepared to scare a b-tch, talking reckless ova these tracks leavin’em scared as sh-t. i never thirst over a b-tch, on some simp sh-t, real sh-t walking with a limp, on some pimp sh-t. i won’t blow up yo phone, text you or none of that, you lucky if i catch u traffic and don’t get f-cking slapped. say goodbye to that b-tch n-gga u used to know, rest in p-ss to all of you b-tches a bunch of stupid hoes!

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