trizz – victims lyrics
[verse 1: trizz]
beat the murder case now i’m working on my fifth one (yep)
trynna prove the jury how i slaughter off my victims (uh)
give a mean mug, trying hard to convince em (yep)
eyes bloodshot red, coke in my system
all of them are b+tches
get em then i k!lled them (yep)
right before i dissed them, i lay em down and kissed em (haha)
evil laugh while i f+cked him
reaching +rg+sm then i’ll sneak around and cut them (yep)
what’s the matter baby?
this is blood, don’t panic (don’t tread)
scars on the pretty b+tches face, now she’s branded (b+tch)
caress her thighs, l!ck her neck till she pass out
hit her soft spot till she naked with her ass out (+moan+)
you think it’s going good till i pull that strap out
blast on that ass, get the cash then i smash out
take the body, stuff it in the trunk of my truck
laugh about it, fire up this blunt cause i don’t give a f+ck
[hook: trizz]
n+ggas get f+cked up
n+ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b+tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh+t
something i could k!ll to
sh+t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
n+ggas get f+cked up
n+ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b+tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh+t
something i could k!ll to
sh+t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
[verse 2: trizz]
see this b+tch is not a woman, she’s a b+tch
just don’t get it twisted when i talk about this sh+t on some pitiful sh+t (okay)
she’s my ex and deserved every bit of it (yep)
f+ck that long relationship, every inch of it (stupid b+tch)
i done murdered them mistakes with they fast ass
chopped em up and shoved them in a all black lab bag (swag)
bl++dy trash+bags stashed in my bas+m+nt
smells so strong in my house you can taste it (ah)
k!llers that i hear on the news are so basic (yeah)
typical sh+t
somebody shot and gets famous (f+cking f+g)
i like shady sh+t, insane f+cking crazy sh+t
heads chopped off on some weird john gacy sh+t (ugh)
let them face ed gein and my n+ggas (yep)
up close and personal, f+ck pulling a trigger
if there’s blood then it’s real
i don’t argue, i just k!ll you (yeah)
you would have to be in this f+cking booth to know how i feel
trizz
[hook: trizz]
n+ggas get f+cked up
n+ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b+tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh+t
something i could k!ll to
sh+t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
n+ggas get f+cked up
n+ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b+tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh+t
something i could k!ll to
sh+t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
Random Lyrics
- ryan cassata – mouth like a hurricane lyrics
- pray – zweifel lyrics
- the main squeeze – the roux lyrics
- alain verdier – dime* lyrics
- vendettaisblind – turn the tides lyrics
- atc coco – juice lyrics
- dnabrothers – late afternoon lyrics
- madeiro – libre lyrics
- josé james – just the two of us lyrics
- fred small – jaguar lyrics