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vonoff1700 - mind of a menace lyrics

[intro]
(dj fmct)
alright, come on
long live the guys, n+gga, free famous, n+gga, free morrie, n+gga, free, three, n+gga, forever tossin’ for the gang
long live mook money and mike, you diss on them, you gon’ lose your life, you know that (alright)

[chorus]
this just a mind of a menace
don’t wanna die, mind your business
the opps outside, so i’m back spinnin’
and i’m gettin’ tired of the trenches
and i ain’t cried in a minute
mook money died, hurt my feelings
it’s time to slide, show me you with it
stand over him, make sure he finished (his dead ass)
he was cappin’, we caught him in traffic and clapped him (come here), put bullets all in his fitted (rrah, rrah)
you get caught, just shut your mouth, whatever they say you did, you didn’t (you didn’t)
put that drac’ all to his stomach, that’s why he stand up when he sh+ttin’ (hit b+tch ass)
never gon’ run, trust my gun, i’ll never put trust in these b+tches

[verse]
my n+ggas shoot sh+t, cole bennett
what the block the opps on? we gon’ spin it
she gon’ f+ck off just my pendant
we want your car, lil three gon’ kit you
took l after l, even up in jail, never thought about quittin’
say he got a problem with the gang, find where he hang and have backend fix it
long live the guys, that’s who i’m missin’
swing my door, i got me a victim (come here)
come here, where you goin’? we bail out and get him (come here)
had switches and dracs, all of ’em hit him
why he got that gun? it don’t even fit him (his b+tch ass)
he claimed that body and ain’t even k!ll him (the f+ck?)
don’t hang with the opps, you gon’ die if you with ’em
nineteen hundred on a pair of denims
[chorus]
this just a mind of a menace
don’t wanna die, mind your business
the opps outside, so i’m back spinnin’
and i’m gettin’ tired of the trenches
and i ain’t cried in a minute
mook money died, hurt my feelings
it’s time to slide, show me you with it
stand over him, make sure he finished (his dead ass)
he was cappin’, we caught him in traffic and clapped him, put bullets all in his fitted
you get caught, just shut your mouth, whatever they say you did, you didn’t (you didn’t)
put that drac’ all to his stomach, that’s why he stand up when he sh+ttin’ (hit b+tch ass)
never gon’ run, trust my gun, i’ll never put trust in these b+tches

- vonoff1700 lyrics

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