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Mike Dimes

BACKROOM

 

BACKROOM

(album: IN DIMES WE TRUST - 2022)


Pistol poppin load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol popping load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol popping load the clip
Roll the window do a hit

Cocalina sniffing in the backroom
Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie with a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
Bitch you talk to much, she ain't saying nun
All these fake assumptions

But she keep on talking 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fucking with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talking bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck with her but don't fuck with her

I got two phones, 1 for the woah, uh
Hello, you can catch me with a woe
Prolly fucking on the woe
Fill the blank I know you know
Solo baby I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you baby
Make you feel right, fucking with a lame
No wonder why it doesn't feel nice
This record bass is booming
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
I don't need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two hoes 1 juked your bro
Hello, a hoe she gone do it for a note
Or a gram to feel a bro
Getting high before a show
Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin baby

But she keep on talking 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fucking with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talking bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck with her but don't fuck with her

I remember I was shipped to work
Now I skip to work so I could sip the work
We kick a door before I stick a 4
Right before I make the pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm coming up
My money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up
Yo big dog is a
I'm a real nigga, ion' got no time for that shit
I make hits I don't got no time to go do a hit
Remember Benji at the corner selling junkies a fix
Remember niggas laughing at me
Said my music was shit
But now I knocked over Domino's
Pappadeaux's, I eat all steak now
The grass got greener than the other side
Bitch it's too late now
I'm Hollywood we was cool yesterday
Get out my face now
I'm VIP anywhere I go

But she keep on talking 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fucking with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talking bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck with her but don't fuck with her

done

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