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labels callin' - mike dimes lyrics

[intro]

(up, mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, mess him up
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, mess him up
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, mess him up
mess a n*gga up)

[verse 1]

who dat boy? poppin, show stoppin’
b*tch, go to h*ll ( that’s how you feelin?) that’s how i’m rockin’
they ain’t wanna show no love to the boy, ain’t wanna hug the boy
but now im up they turn around like who the f*ck the boy
b*tch dont text me talking out yo neck boy please don’t let me, get near yo b*tch boy she gon’ s*x me, call becky up, we gon’ go and buy a boat
(ah its smoking, its smoking, go ahead)
b*tch i like jet skis, i like gettin’ money makin’ shorties come and neck me
i like drinkin’ forties wit my m*th*f*ckin’ besties
talkin’ bout he know me boy he know he never met me
mo’ money mo’ problems but that money got me right
happened over night boy got a name they don’t wanna fight
my style so nice, who couldn’t like me? the ones who ain’t on my team
these rappers copy writin’ they music dont excite me
boy i hear the same sh*t, different n*gga same style and don’t compare me to these rappers when they money counterfeit
real recognize real and i don’t see a lot of it
i got ninety*nine problems and ain’t one of em’ a b*tch
that should let you n*ggas know that i ain’t worried bout’ sh*t, n*gga
[hook]

(up, mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, mess him up (yeah)
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, (keep it going) mess him up
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up,(yeah) mess him up
mess a n*gga up)

[verse 2]

i remember life was simple with a little nine to five, tryna stride, just so i could book the studio time
cinco told me every body gon’ know bout’ mike dimes, now i hear my music playin’ while i’m workin’ part time
who that be? double lamb og, hottest in the street, yeah that’s me
i’m the man, that yo father tryna be, who that be?
i’m the n*gga that yo daughter tryna see, who that be?
i’m the rapper that yo brother want a feat from
i earn my three stripes like a n*gga joined the deep does
my number m.i.a. can only reach me through a beeper, i know they talkin’ bout’ me cuz’ they know i’m not gon’ speak
real ballers know to never throw the ball into the bleachers
i’m hot lil’ n*gga everybody tryna hit my line tryna talk can’t waste my time, make n*ggas rap my lines, these hoes just want my shine
they don’t even know about me but they say they love mike dimes, but i do the same sh*t just to get between the thighs
b*tch i’m [?]
in my cover, in my story like a logo, johnny stockton, the trending topic its so ironic
these hoes was just tryna call my ass toxic, but everything changed when them labels started plottin’

[outro]
(up, mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up,(gang) mess him up
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, (yuh)mess him up
mess a n*gga up, mess a n*gga up, mess him up
mess a n*gga up)

- mike dimes lyrics

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