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Mike Dimes
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Hotter than a sauna I got more bucks, got more white than a b*t*h named Madonna Lil' n***a, come check my status Mike ain't never been average, I make it happen Give me a bag, I'ma pack it When I get mad, my chain get p*ssed When I get sad, my ears shed tears Been in the game three years It's takin' a while 'cause' I'm pure I'm better than them, I'm sick, no cure Bonafide n***as don't have no fear Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear Madе two bands up in two minutes My music make money slidе When I leave, make b*t*hes go suicide When I got in the game, I got crucified I ain't take no handouts, n***a Why you got your hand out, n***a? I'm flyer than any bird of a feather You focused on b*t*hes? Bruh, get it together She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers (Uh-uh) Almost put the ho on a strecher (Uh-huh) Got five missed calls, won't text her (Uh-uh) Lil' shawty always been extra (Uh-huh) This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (No Tesla) I run this game, come catch up Step on somethin' apply that pressure N***as mad, but I can't help 'em I'ma just tell my story This DLOG, no man above me I wake up on bubbly N***as mad 'cause I get money Leave my house, they tried to jump me This no lie, this a true story All I do is chase the glory Me and fye like Rick and Morty These n***as be pocket watchin' Can't say sh*t, 'cause I'm twenty in the 2020 (Vroom) Movin' work in that Challenger (Challenger) While your b*t*h givin' brain from the pa**enger (The pa**enger) N***as can't keep up with me unless I let 'em He gon' trust that b*t*h unless I tell him Promise your homie is not your real homie You think that's your homie? Then go 'head and test him (On God) Take her on a trip (Trip), put it on her lip (Her lip) Watch how young n***as get drip I got some baby mamas tryna strip (On gang) I got some young n***as tryna clip (On gang) Thought we was homies, now you below me It's funny that pu**y can make n***as phony It's funny that money can make n***as ho me, hold on (What you say to 'em, though?) But like I said, Double Lamb OG All my n***as got beats, they eat Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats Before one time, I slide G3 Yeah, my whip don't got no keys Yeah, my b*t*h don't got no weave All my n***as throw up L But this no loss, this sh*t low-key I get back, I get it back I get a bag, I get a backend I won't trip, 'cause I'm never lackin' I get a brick and make it a fraction I get it lit, I make it lit I get it lit, I get it litty Ain't no mark gon' have me slippin' But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky, that's on God These n***as be fraud, these n***as don't rob These n***as be talkin' 'bout all that cap (On gang) These n***as be timid, these n***as ain't with it I send him the addy, he gone off the map I come through quick, come through quick The minute you drops, make fiends relapse This Glock my fan, this b*t*h gon' clap I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap I'ma just tell my story This DLOG, no man above me I wake up on bubbly N***as mad 'cause I get money (Gang) Leave my house, they tried to jump me This no lie, this a true story All I do is chase the glory Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang
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