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Dlonumbanine - Menace 2 Society Lyrics



Dlonumbanine - Menace 2 Society Lyrics




Make this choppa sing you a lullaby put your ass right to sleep
Lost two of my niggas recently, yeah they od'd
You niggas watching from fake pages, yall the police
Niggah looked at me sideways damn rest in piss

Circle got smaller had to cut off all the dead weight
Nah I can't serve you right now my fault I'm outta state
I'll pay a bitch to leave before I ever beg a bitch to stay
These hoes let me f*ck for free, you niggas be quick to pay

The niggah y'all think be having motion be asking me to put him on
Christian Dior drippin, yeah im trynna wash my sins off
Can't pull up on a bitch empty handed I gotta bring the don
Put hot sauce in the rubber just like drake I ain't trynna have a son

Like my woods back in school I had a 3.5 gpa
Made that bitch get on her knees I was trynna nut up on her face
I want the whole team to win this ain't no f*cking race
Im one of one baby I can't be that easy to replace

F*ck it imma let my dog loose on you like chico
Gotta move overly cautious I can't get hit with that Rico
I ain't apologizing for shit, I sure got one hell of an ego
I might just give her a call, she sure did know how to deep throat

You begging for her time while im out here just wasting it
Im the alpha of the pack I make you niggahs look like dog shit
Speaking on my name just might get your throat slit
Everybody's touchable I just gotta send out a hit


Y'all wouldn't be able to walk a damn mile in my shoes
If you got hit with time or loyalty which one would you choose
If you open your mouth you might just end up on the news
If you owe me money you got tomorrow to pay up on your dues

My hoe pissed me off imma find one with a bigger ass
Three pieced that niggah, Kira hit him with the brass
These niggas out here tweaking someone please take away the glass
There's grown ass niggas acting like bitches, talk about sas

Im trynna make 100 mil and put my family on
It's funk on sight I'm Optimus Prime and you're Megatron
Im too busy playing call of duty at the pentagon
Fists up im finna whoop yo ass up in the octagon


Im out here calling shots, making plays like a quarterback
Fmj's shoot up yo mommaas crib, give you heart attack
Got some cheap killers on standby that can get you whacked
On the road to riches tunnel vision can't hop off track
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Make this choppa sing you a lullaby put your ass right to sleep
Lost two of my niggas recently, yeah they od'd
You niggas watching from fake pages, yall the police
Niggah looked at me sideways damn rest in piss

Circle got smaller had to cut off all the dead weight
Nah I can't serve you right now my fault I'm outta state
I'll pay a bitch to leave before I ever beg a bitch to stay
These hoes let me f*ck for free, you niggas be quick to pay

The niggah y'all think be having motion be asking me to put him on
Christian Dior drippin, yeah im trynna wash my sins off
Can't pull up on a bitch empty handed I gotta bring the don
Put hot sauce in the rubber just like drake I ain't trynna have a son

Like my woods back in school I had a 3.5 gpa
Made that bitch get on her knees I was trynna nut up on her face
I want the whole team to win this ain't no f*cking race
Im one of one baby I can't be that easy to replace

F*ck it imma let my dog loose on you like chico
Gotta move overly cautious I can't get hit with that Rico
I ain't apologizing for shit, I sure got one hell of an ego
I might just give her a call, she sure did know how to deep throat

You begging for her time while im out here just wasting it
Im the alpha of the pack I make you niggahs look like dog shit
Speaking on my name just might get your throat slit
Everybody's touchable I just gotta send out a hit


Y'all wouldn't be able to walk a damn mile in my shoes
If you got hit with time or loyalty which one would you choose
If you open your mouth you might just end up on the news
If you owe me money you got tomorrow to pay up on your dues

My hoe pissed me off imma find one with a bigger ass
Three pieced that niggah, Kira hit him with the brass
These niggas out here tweaking someone please take away the glass
There's grown ass niggas acting like bitches, talk about sas

Im trynna make 100 mil and put my family on
It's funk on sight I'm Optimus Prime and you're Megatron
Im too busy playing call of duty at the pentagon
Fists up im finna whoop yo ass up in the octagon


Im out here calling shots, making plays like a quarterback
Fmj's shoot up yo mommaas crib, give you heart attack
Got some cheap killers on standby that can get you whacked
On the road to riches tunnel vision can't hop off track
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Writer: Dylyn Bejarano
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
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Written by: Dylyn Bejarano

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