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Mike Dimes

WHERE THE PARTY AT?

 

WHERE THE PARTY AT?

(album: IN DIMES WE TRUST - 2022)


I got rips up in these denim jeans like [?]
Got that bass, I never shot your mans, I gotta get paid
Who is you asking questions, second guessin'?
You get shot [?] (Yeah, Mike Dimes, nigga, uh, uh)

Spent a cool couple racks to get me icy (Icy)
And I'm like, "Ooh, I see why they wanna fight me"
Baby girl, you was just my hoe, you ain't my wifey
In my world, I got lotta bitches wanting Mike D (Okay), here we go
I'ma spend a couple hunnid bucks to get Camp Billy up (On gang)
I'm fucking up the industry, ten mill' without a dealie, bruh
Lately I been sober, I ain't tryna fuck the vision up (Nah)
So money is the mission, the respect, I did not give a fuck
Like, ooh, "Who this nigga, bruh?" Huh? Please don't talk to me
Ben Franklin, call me Michael, you ain't him, call me properly
Mucho dinero got me eating on steak and broccoli (On gang)
Don't tell my homie about your music, that shit ain't knocking, G
Mike Dimes turn a simple party to a anthem
Ransom, niggas hear my shit and put they hands up
Bands up, everything I say gon' get my bands up
I get it cracking off instrumentals in the stand, yeah

Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers
Where the party at? (Uh, ayy, ayy)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers, real niggas ( What the fuck?)
Where the party at? Where the party at, nigga? Ayy (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, it ain't a party 'til white bitches flashing their titties (Huh?)
I'm cracking up off that Red Bull with that Martell mixed up in it
(With that Martell mixed up in it, what? Ayy)
What? (Huh?) What? Got me moshing on you bitches (Mosh)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, security coming, calm down)
Fuck security, bitch, we tripping
Tryna sleep up on the king, hoe, I'm what the game been missing (Ayy, ayy)
Most you rappers watching me, they bite my style but never mention (Grr)
Hardest nigga out my city but they sleep because I'm different (I'm different)
And I'ma keep on stomping on your bitches 'til they feel me (What?)

Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers (What?)
Where the party at? (Uh, where it's at? What?)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers, real niggas (Huh)
Where the party at? (Huh) Where the party at, nigga?

Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at? (What?) Bitch, where the party at? (Hoe)
What the fuck?

done

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