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trizzy trae – doa lyrics

[intro: mateo, trizzy trae and aj]
been around the way since the [?]
you want the problems, n-gga, so i’ma hold you to it
i mean, what?
no patience, trae
(he got burger buns)
thought that’s who you was

this is america
this is america
colonized and c-cky, at that (doa, doa, doa, yeah)
colonized, c-cky and filled with unwanted diseases like matt
(doa, doa, doa, yeah)
oh!

[verse: trizzy trae]
n-gga, miss me with that 7-1-5 flow you recycled two years ago
keep that karaoke sh-t, i yearn for that original
knick-knack, paddy-whack, my n-gga, go get matt a bone
can’t affiliate with b-tches, got respect, go get your own
’cause he don’t respect the hustle, went against my protocol
trizzy trae, i’m chasing dreams
he chasin’ hoes and alcohol
f-cking c0keheads and super-seniors up in the campus stalls
your 15 minutes is over, welcome to your curtain call, uh
i still ain’t got no patience for these n-ggas
ain’t you proud of me?
lowkey thought you bodied me
you can’t body prodigies (yeah)
heard that you was mocking me
you’re just-just a mockery
gran torino, i pull out that 9, f-ck off my property
too good for these chickens
i got beef, what’s the problem, b?
got your b-tch to text me
you was p-ssy, you was dodging me (what the f-ck?)
tried to keep it chill, let you live, i was professional
but now you got the b-lls?
d-mn, i thought you had one t-st-cl-? (haha, the f-ck?)
on that graveyard shift, dead body, i’ma carry ya
talkin’ groundwork, got the shovel just to bury ya
i’m silent but deadly, b-tch, don’t make me cross that barrier
here’s some trivia
was it herpes or (uhh)?
try me if you want to, best believe i got the facts, matt
burger buns, once this song is over, it’s a snack wrap
joking on disorders, sh-t was lame, that ain’t a clap back
clack matt
trizzy trae reloaded came to snap back
your rhymes r-t-rded, bogus bogus, n-gga, just retire
call me houdini, hocus pocus, b-tch, i spit that fire
n0body came to see you otis, b-tch, i’m david ruffin
albino post malone, face built like a english m-ffin
please don’t come for me unless i do send for you
call me bitter if you want to, i just only speak the truth
since you want the controversy, trizzy trae shall give to you
time to put you six feet under
rest in h-ll, i bury you
d.o.a

[outro: trizzy trae, aj, jessica diplan & bri]
wait, does he only have one t-st-cl-?
(doa, doa)
’cause matt made many, many horrible decisions, but alcohol is like the lowest
(doa, doa)
he f-ckin’, he f-ckin’ is drawlin
f-cking d-ckhead, yo

we’re gathered here today to talk about the song
because the quality of his music, i don’t know if you can call it finished

what was i going to say, i totally agree with you
i agree with your whole m-ffin -n-logy, ’cause the boy really looks like a m-ffin
his head looks like a f-ckin’, what you call it?
(all in all, matthew)
a mushroom
a f-cking mushroom from mario

keep my f-cking name out your mouth…. b-tch
(you a b-tch)

- trizzy trae lyrics

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