lirik lagu mike dimes – backroom
[intro]
pistol poppin load the clip
roll the window do a hit
pistol poppin’ load the clip
roll the window do a hit
pistol poppin’ load the clip
roll the window do a hit
[pre~chorus]
cocalina sniffin’ in the backroom
wishy~washy b~tches wanna see what all them racks do
junkie wit a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
b~tch you talk to much, she ain’t saying nun
all these fake assumptions
[chorus]
but she keep on talkin’ ’bout a rap n~~~~
molly, coke, and weed
she think she f~ckin’ wit a trap n~~~~
never heard of some
but she keep talkin’ bout this clout n~~~~
if he give her drugs
she gonna trade it for some mouth n~~~~
f~ck wit her but don’t f~ck wit her
[verse 1]
i got two phones, 1 for the woah, uh
h~llo, you can catch me with a woah
prolly f~ckin’ on the woah
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, f~ckin’ with a lame
no wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
this record bass is boomin’
now these b~tches wanna feel mike
i don’t need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
been that n~~~~ before i had figures
i got two hoes 1 juked your bro
h~llo, a hoe she gone do it for a note
or a gram to feel a bro
gettin’ high before a show
junkie baby doesn’t care about the message
just about the feelin baby
[chorus]
but she keep on talkin’ ’bout a rap n~~~~
molly, coke, and weed
she think she f~ckin’ wit a trap n~~~~
never heard of some
but she keep talkin’ bout this clout n~~~~
if he give her drugs
she gonna trade it for some mouth n~~~~
f~ck wit her but don’t f~ck wit her
[verse 2]
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 n~~~~, ion’ got no time for that sh~t
i make hits i don’t got no time to go do a hit
remember [?] at the corner sellin’ junkies [?]
remember n~~~~~ laughin’ at me
said my music was sh~t
but now i knocked over domino’s
pappadeaux’s, i eat all steak now
the grass got greener than the other side
b~tch it’s too late now
i’m hollywood we was cool yesterday
get out my face now
i’m vip anywhere i go
[chorus]
but she keep on talkin’ ’bout a rap n~~~~
molly, coke, and weed
she think she f~ckin’ wit a trap n~~~~
never heard of some
but she keep talkin’ bout this clout n~~~~
if he give her drugs
she gonna trade it for some mouth n~~~~
f~ck wit her but don’t f~ck wit her
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