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trizz - bitch (part. 2) lyrics

(verse)

so i call u don’t pick up, u got me f-cked up. if i catch u by yo self you gone get f-cked up. b-tch, here i come, i gotta gun, if u see me better run, dial 911
what’s your emergency?, it’s trizz and he’s hurtin’ me, he told me if he catch me by my self he’s gonna murder me. you got d-mn right, you ain’t nothin’ but a squirt to me, lame as b-tch, a stick gum is watch ur worth to me. not even that, u ain’t sh-t, i hope die slow, laying in a coma on yo death bed eyes closed. choke you til yo eyes roll, coughing like u caught a cold, i despise hoes. oh here go yo iphone!
20 miss calls from me b-tch?, oh, you wanna die, leavin’ threats on yo voice mail and then u wonder why. you want that cake sh-t, that lovey dovey fake sh-t, that take care, nothing was the same corny drake sh-t. no offense cuz i don’t know that n-gga. i’ve gotten p-ssy to his album, so i owe that n-gga. i got some problems like that hova n-gga, mine are all b-tches, but that’s cuz they always on a n-gga!

(2nd verse)

now we gone talk about this b-tch named…hold up. i ain’t givin’ none of them fame, i had to grow up. they wish they had n-gga like me that’s bout to blow up, 2500 promoters pay me to show up. no job -ss b-tches, on my n0b -ss b-tches, they slob -ss b-tches, ol sob -ss b-tches. f-ck a b-tch so i ride with my n-ggas, f-ck them other n-ggas i’ll die for my n-ggas. like lynch said b-tch “i did it and i did it”, as crazy as i get, you heard the last song n-gga. posture of a gangsta, bring n-ggas thriller. far from a w-ngsta, mind of a k!lla. last b-tch lied and told her momma that i hit her, nah i didn’t hit her mam but now i’m bout to k!ller. i ain’t never hit a girl but i was tempted, i don’t hit women, i was taught to hit b-tches!

(3rd verse)

i want fat b-tch to f-ck and wash dishes, always in the kitchen and be down to bust missions, i don’t need a dime piece, they f-ck for a liven’. all you need is money and jordan’s and you can hit it. always on they phone talkin sh-t to they b-tches, sending snap chat’s back and fourth on who d-cks the biggest. dyin’ for attention from a dusty -ss n-gga. no car, no job, no money -ss n-gga. tryna drop 5, ol bummy -ss n-gga, tryna pay for college still a dummy -ss n-gga. saving up to buy a verse from me -ss n-gga, i need a photo shoot, ol ugly -ss n-gga. i’m as real as they come so f-ck impressing y’all. n-gga i ain’t never ashamed for having less than y’all. i really started from the bottom, now i’m poppin’. livin’ in the ie. started out in compton!

- trizz lyrics

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