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ps (zone 2) – dennis da menice lyrics

[intro]
scratch on the beat
sebz beats, baby!
hahaha, oh sh-t!
ayo tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold
real n-gg-s in the cut, pecknarm
n-gg-s know
dududu

[verse 1]
like, (p!), i miss my bredrins
gotta chat on the bluey or zanco all for the bankrolls or cos of vengeance
bro’s on the wing just riding, no he ain’t typing, still on his sentence
i just sent dsqueezo a change, he’s probably on basic watching eastenders
what you know about them ones there? and you gotta eat cos your kettle rewired
my metal still trying
make a belly all hang, your looking retired
and, if it ain’t ching is ping or him
grab him, you know he’s not tying
cah i wanna make all of this bread cah i let it all burn like the london fires
i mean fire of london
hitsquad’s in the ride too often
why you think (?) outside of london?
and that’s why i get high so often
i got long lost siblings thinking sh-t, when’s the last time i bucked ’em?
anything b get bun, sounds like i’m tryna find that substance
when i rap no cap, i’m tryna hit hats
still cut through with my hoodie, the ting got a boogie, you better look back (look back at it)
or i’m pushing my (?) bully, it’s matching my melanin swag
i ain’t talking bout hitting the run, son, but i’ve been popping them tags
stupid, tryna say money can’t buy happiness then i’m better off sad

[chorus]
ps, menace, might as well call me dennis
and i got stripes, ahlie bro tell ’em
sh-llings, bro just sh-llings
sick men, all of my bros need medics
sh-llings, bro just sh-ll ’em
sick men, all of my bros need medics
all of my bros need medics
ps, menace, might as well call me dennis
and i got stripes, ahlie bro tell ’em
sh-llings, bro just sh-llings
sick men, all of my bros need medics
sh-llings, bro just sh-ll ’em
sick men, all of my bros need medics
all of my bros need medics

[verse 2]
i can tell you ’bout so much, so much sh-t
times that i drenched man constant, stopped then realised i was all sweating
push then drag ’til my wrist goes lazy, then carry on stepping
got a black bally it’s peckham
yeah yeah my (?) not second
back blade, wesley snipes, don’t test me, i got the shortest temper
i got bros that don’t go o but get rid of them bricks like jenga
locked up but then i came out in summer, i didn’t see september
jakes on me, i’m a member
they want me out but my name isn’t wenger
nike tech, air max
send diss tracks, don’t scare man
pull up, cook up, hitsquad’s here fam
social services, we’ve been hurting kids, you should put ’em in care fam
who you gonna call? air that
do it ghostbusters, bruce just air man
who you gonna call? air that
do it ghostbusters, bruce just air man
and i’m still tryna get rich
neander falls, still carrying sticks
guess we just stuck in our ways, f-cking with waves, back to the strip
i don’t really f-ck with italian kicks
sh-t, tryna get more of them sticks
dudud, bullet at kids
ps, ps, bully on sh-t

- ps zone 2 lyrics

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