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kill us (remix) - trizz lyrics

[intro: godemis]
ring, ring, ring (ah!)
ring, ring, ring
six times
for your father*f*cking mind (ok, woah)
trizz (we eat*eat*eat mcs)
when i’m on the west
the gruesome twosome
yeah

[verse 1: godemis]
i beef and it’s raw
been secretly competing with y’all
i believe in natural law
leads to preaching at y’all
leaping out the caprice with the piece in my palm
take a bunch of adderall and flee police to the mall
i got too many guns to be squeezing at y’all
put most of em in the trunk, most are deep in the crawl
cuff your girl, both of her hands and feet to the wall
put my d*ck and both nuts in each of her jaws
i’ll pistol whip your spouse and nail her feet to the cross
unless she’s willing to eat d*ck with s*m*n for sauce
i’m leaving em lost, and seemingly i see through the fog
i’m hollering “truce, truce”, then i’m squeezing em off
the cursed sermon of salts, cripples with needs to be flossed
and get your arm chewed off, then you can see through the lard
i’m hot enough and [copped?] enough with [?pieces?] to y’all
i eat my girl out with razor t**th like a saw
[hook: trizz]
they gon’ get us, they gon’ get us
they mad because they feel us and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ k!ll us, they gon’ k!ll us
they mad ’cause we some n*ggas and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ get us, they gon’ get us
they mad because they feel us and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ k!ll us, they gon’ k!ll us
they mad ’cause we some n*ggas and they can’t f*ck with us

[verse 2: trizz]
it’s a chevrolet in the driveway
everyday is a friday
high speed on the highway
hop out, do it my way
hop back in the honda
me and my compadres
callate, tu hable like tu grande
if you want it you can get it
i’m smoking, drinking a latte
location posted under my tweet
so blasé blasé
i’m faded from my head to my feet
blowin on ganja
who blowin dope?
pass around and that’s the roach
n*gga match the smoke
or bring some hoes to smack and choke
we all around the globe
we pullin up and packin shows
that’s just how it goes
they screamin mosh, then pack the flows
bbp is in 3d who wanna come and see
this industry is f*ckin weak who wanna f*ck with me
it ain’t no me, the only key, the mother f*ckin g
the top is close and i can taste it
b*tch its f*ckin sweet
[hook: trizz]
they gon’ get us, they gon’ get us
they mad because they feel us and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ k!ll us, they gon’ k!ll us
they mad ’cause we some n*ggas and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ get us, they gon’ get us
they mad because they feel us and they can’t f*ck with us
they gon’ k!ll us, they gon’ k!ll us
they mad ’cause we some n*ggas and they can’t f*ck with us

- trizz lyrics

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