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like mike - metri dinero lyrics

ouuu yea
ouuuuuuu gang gang gang

member aunty could just afford those jordan flights now im the one that could pay all of her flights
ever since then i was thugging to get the fam outta the hood had to ball like im mike
got it the hardaway how we was stealing and robbin just so we could walk in some mikes
now all of these b*tches they all on my dic yea they love how im steppin the feelin the hype
now im in court wit the shooters no nba bro got the 23 on him like mike
growing up everyone wan be like mike but i wanted to be the one in different mikes
zippers all on me she tell me im smooth i said lil baby you bad like you mike
all of my n*ggas is trappin and drillin yea i was the one to go pic up the mike yea yeaaa

opps want the smoke so we welcome it
fitted amiris im steppin in
these fazos fresh as a peppermint
she feelin freaky we let em in
since they wanna visit graveyarddddd open the gates and we let em in
bodies droppin im shooting like taliban
cee loc be geekin off medicine

you know how we moving, dark tints on the benz when im pushing it
don’t play wit my shooters, cartier for lenses what im looking in
tunnel vison got snipers on foot again
opps say they looking for smoke so we cookin it
run down like a show yea we booking them
lord forgive me im trynna survive so i gotta sin
run up done up, i be deadass when i say its on sight
pour up smoke up, talk on my mans then he getting light
bottoms blood up, these christian loubs for da shoes wit the spikes
amiri denim, just like ya girl p*ssy they fitting me tight (ouuuu gang gang gang)

i think i might, go take his shawty and pass it to my n*gga mike
roll up a pint, no i dont smoke but a opp body dropping tonight
she say im her type ohh, she steppin in cc i tell her that we just a like
talk if you like yeaa, if we talking bout money then n*gga you not at my height
b*tches ain’t f*ck wit me now they wan come in the line cause they see that the crew lit
try to act funny these bullets is hitting ya spine you gotta be stupid
they love how im coming they asking me how i get money i really do this
n*ggas be claiming they gave me they b*tch but n*gga we know what the truth is

n*gga im ruthless (n*gga im ruthless)
f*cking wit me must be foolish (gotta be foolish)
open the trunk thats the tool kit (yea thats the tool kit)
run up we leaving you shoeless (gimmie ya shoes b*tch)
f*ck wit my slimes like they mucus (yea yea)
cross me i linch em like brutus (yea yea)
all in her mouth like a tooth pic (yea yea)
n*ggas gone fuc wit this new sh*t (yea yea)

i step in the step in the step in the spot now they clothes off
we just been drinking that dusse and 42 we just might doze off
f*ck wit the gang you might be insane that 42 go off
bobby be up on the corner he selling that whitney like white chalk
ball like a playoff
wassup wit you n*gga
i used to f*ck wit you n*gga
used to look up to you n*gga
been stacking my money lil n*gga
now when i step on the figures
look up to me n*gga
i love the man in the mirror
ball like my last name is rivers
the roll wit the finger
23 mike amiris lil n*gga
they call me the goat might as well look like mike to you n*ggas

member aunty could just afford those jordan flights now im the one that could pay all of her flights
ever since then i was thugging to get the fam outta the hood had to ball like im mike
got it the hardaway how we was stealing and robbin just so we could walk in some mikes
now all of these b*tches they all on my dic yea they love how im steppin the feelin the hype
now im in court wit the shooters no nba bro got the 23 on him like mike
growing up everyone wan be like mike but i wanted to be the one in different mikes
zippers all on me she tell me im smooth i said lil baby you bad like you mike
all of my n*ggas is trappin and drillin yea i was the one to go pic up the mike yea yeaaa

- metri dinero lyrics

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