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loveu2death - trizz lyrics

[verse 1: skoolie threehundred]
sitting in this room
looking at my phone
thinking to myself like “why am i alone”
i should call this b*tch, man i really f*cking hate her
light her on fire then tell the f*cking neighbors
that i did it and i don’t care
no remorse
just the smell of the smoke and the f*cking burnt corpse
d*mn
you see where my mind is at
i wanna bend her face all the way to where her spine is at
and that’s crazy
look what you made me
five months pregnant, i’mma cut out your baby
and then laugh while i look in your eyes
blood dripping everywhere, all over your thighs
then grab the 4*5 while you scream and you cry
now you saying that you love me, i know it’s the sly’s

[hook: skoolie threehundred]
i’m a f*cking mess
but i told you baby girl that i love you to death

[verse 2: trizz]
i can’t even lie skoolie, man i hate this b*tch (yep)
left a n*gga alone, man i can’t take this sh*t
sh f*cking stabbed me in my back and then twisted it
let it go and now it’s f*cking stuck
i don’t get this sh*t
f*ck it my n*gga, it’s time to let some blood shed
f*ck kicking her ass man, i’m cutting off her f*cking head (yeah)
for no f*cking reason
sh*t this ain’t cuddle season (naw)
this b*tch broke my heart, i’ll cut hers till she f*cking bleeding
cruel intentions my ass, sh*t man i’m over that
i ain’t complaining no f*cking more, i’mma choke the strap
oh you mad, sh*t blow up
i don’t give a f*ck
had you sucking on all my nuts because i gave a f*ck
get it!
we had s*x and now you on my d*ck
i cheated with this b*tch cause you was tripping, i’m over this sh*t
i hope you die and go to h*ll too, you f*cking b*tch
i can’t wait to laugh and see you jealous cause i’m f*cking rich
trizz
[outro: trizz & skoolie threehundred]
[trizz]
n*gga
f*ck these b*tches my n*gga
straight up
it ain’t no foul sh*t y’know what i’m saying
we ain’t disrespecting women or nothing, we disrespect the b*tches
b*tches we was dealing with n*gga, straight up
you wanna say something

[skoolie threehundred]
f*ck it, i’m disrespecting y’all, but that b*tch hurt me my n*gga
f*ck her

[trizz]
haha
straight up n*gga
case 17 sh*t like
we do this sh*t for real like these b*tches don’t understand like
we don’t need no f*cking
i don’t know man
i be, i’ve been like delusional this whole f*cking album like
my n*gga skoolie know what i’m talking about though it’s like
we you know, we build each other up and sh*t like
it’s like some sh*t i don’t know like
we don’t need these b*tches, you know what i mean
swag
creative bunch and sh*t
n*gga that new west and sh*t
i don’t need like no organized type sh*t
this sh*t g*y my n*gga
i’m, i’mma f*cking g

- trizz lyrics

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