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dtrille - menace lyrics

intro+
yea
hold up, lemme’ get my god d+mn smoke ready
d+mn (uh) sh+t boy!
yea
(g1 had me in the kitchen, selling raw and doing fraud)
let’s go!

chorus+
uh, uh
(let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
they be like “trille you a menace, you too wicked” if you not with the program then get with it (let’s go)
pour me up a lil drink, ima still feel it
i get high as a b+tch with no d+mn ceiling
i can’t love on these dumb ass broke women
kick that hoe to the curb, baby f+ck your feelings
verse+
i say, real n+gga walking on the beat, got anothеr one
you don’t want me? oh, that’s cool, feeling special? got anothеr one
all these n+ggas ain’t got sh+t on me
these n+ggas cannot get to me
i’m feeling like the boss, i am the boss, you n+ggas work for me
spark it out, f+ck the ops, bang it out
you was talking hot behind my back but what you saying now
you ain’t really stepping how you say you is
f+ck a n+gga b+tch and then i send her off to lay with him
top of the world n+gga
we got to ball nonstop with no d+mn rim
if he talk, then you all getting popped if you hang with him
yea i’m still the number one n+gga who done motherf+cking came in here
done that, been there, late b+tches
you thought i was feeling you? i wasn’t, girl i hate b+tches
we got h+lla rounds up in this chopper, we got light switches
you cannot stay for the night, better go home
throw that ass back baby girl i’m tryna d+mn bone, lets go
timmy turner, im a motherf+cking menace
y’all dont got no evidence, so how yall saying that i did it?
it ain’t even no video, how the f+ck yall say i hit it?
turn me up on the radio, motherf+ckers gonna hear this
high out my body, getting high to the sky
it ain’t n0body else, its just me, myself, and i
dont run up lil n+gga, yea you betta not try
if you run up with your gang, ima have to pull the fire
like bow bow
shoot em if he looking with his eyes
all these n+ggas, they be soft, yea they some b+tches in disguise
ima bang me a b+tch, then i dip on that f+ck sh+t
can’t hang with a b+tch, real sh+t, i dont trust b+tches
i know these n+ggas mention me
you say that im p+ssy, oh thats really how you picture me?
you say you got money, but you living in a rv
and ill put this meat in her just like its arby’s
(lets go)
bow, she know
(she know)
you know
these hoes, they know
diamonds on me, dripping from head to toe
dont dap me up, you is not my woe
i feel like these n+ggas wanna be forreal
if he mention me ima pop em like a pill
if you steppin on sh+t then be ready to k!ll
why you talkin hot?
like be f+cking forreal
(b+tch)
chorus+
uh, uh
(let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
they be like “trille you a menace, you too wicked” if you not with the program then get with it (let’s go)
pour me up a lil drink, ima still feel it
i get high as a b+tch with no d+mn ceiling
i can’t love on these dumb ass broke women
kick that hoe to the curb, baby f+ck your feelings

- dtrille lyrics

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