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my story - mike dimes lyrics

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[verse 1]
hotter than a sauna
i got more bucks, got more white than a b*tch named madonna
lil’ n*gga, come check my status
mike ain’t never been average, i make it happen
give me a bag, i’ma pack it
when i get mad, my chain get p*ssed
when i get sad, my ears shed tears
been in the game three years
it’s takin’ a while ’cause’ i’m pure
i’m better than them, i’m sick, no cure
bonafide n*ggas don’t have no fear
rick ross, my pants make me look like a pear
madе two bands up in two minutes
my music make money slidе
when i leave, make b*tches go suicide
when i got in the game, i got crucified
i ain’t take no handouts, n*gga
why you got your hand out, n*gga?
i’m flyer than any bird of a feather
you focused on b*tches? bruh, get it together
she tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers (uh*uh)
almost put the ho on a strecher (uh*huh)
got five missed calls, won’t text her (uh*uh)
lil’ shawty always been extra (uh*huh)
this all*wheel drive, no tesla (no tesla)
i run this game, come catch up
step on somethin’ apply that pressure
n*ggas mad, but i can’t help ’em
[chorus]
i’ma just tell my story
this dlog, no man above me
i wake up on bubbly
n*ggas mad ’cause i get money
leave my house, they tried to jump me
this no lie, this a true story
all i do is chase the glory
me and fye like rick and morty

[verse 2]
these n*ggas be pocket watchin’
can’t say sh*t, ’cause i’m twenty in the 2020 (vroom)
movin’ work in that challenger (challenger)
while your b*tch givin’ brain from the passenger (the passenger)
n*ggas can’t keep up with me unless i let ’em
he gon’ trust that b*tch unless i tell him
promise your homie is not your real homie
you think that’s your homie? then go ‘head and test him (on god)
take her on a trip (trip), put it on her lip (her lip)
watch how young n*ggas get drip
i got some baby mamas tryna strip (on gang)
i got some young n*ggas tryna clip (on gang)
thought we was homies, now you below me
it’s funny that p*ssy can make n*ggas phony
it’s funny that money can make n*ggas ho me, hold on (what you say to ’em, though?)
but like i said, double lamb og
all my n*ggas got beats, they eat
yeah, mike dimes don’t do no feats
before one time, i slide g3
yeah, my whip don’t got no keys
yeah, my b*tch don’t got no weave
all my n*ggas throw up l
but this no loss, this sh*t low*key
i get back, i get it back
i get a bag, i get a backend
i won’t trip, ’cause i’m never lackin’
i get a brick and make it a fraction
i get it lit, i make it lit
i get it lit, i get it litty
ain’t no mark gon’ have me slippin’
but this glock gon’ turn you to ricky, that’s on god
these n*ggas be fraud, these n*ggas don’t rob
these n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout all that cap (on gang)
these n*ggas be timid, these n*ggas ain’t with it
i send him the addy, he gone off the map
i come through quick, come through quick
the minute you drops, make fiends relapse
this glock my fan, this b*tch gon’ clap
i feel like nav, i’ma tap, tap, tap
[chorus]
i’ma just tell my story
this dlog, no man above me
i wake up on bubbly
n*ggas mad ’cause i get money (gang)
leave my house, they tried to jump me
this no lie, this a true story
all i do is chase the glory
me and fye like rick and morty, gang

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