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same gang - mike dimes lyrics

same gang lyrics
[verse 1: mike dimes]
liability to be obstacles of n*ggas doubtin’ me
this the mission to get commission from just bein’ prophecy
cop designer for the whole family, i hope they proud of me
who is hot as me? the only n*gga who fit outside the scene

[verse 2: mike dimes]
cinco, where you at? prolly in the back
david got the business, i know he gon’ handle that
with khalief, boy, you best believe, got a deadly team
if i got the vision all they gotta do is count on me
that’s a fact, i just pulled up to the jet
that’s the apple, n*gga, wrote this up in audiomack
up in sixty tryna bring a couple shorties to the backroom
show me somethin’ good, treat your mouth like a vacuum
hoes got a attitude, b*tch, fix your gratitude
finna hit a function, don’t be actin’ like we mad at you
we just tryna vibe, this my last night in the city
if we ain’t f*ckin’, i don’t see the point of f*ckin’ with you
[chorus: mike dimes]
boy, we rollin’ with the doors up, h*town, slow up
blow money when we blow up, there’s dirty in this foam cup
just keepin’ my composure, the land of holy snake ways
dap you up, then sn*tch you up, land of holy fake ways
we smokin’ with the same gang

[verse 3: zay3k]
i look at extended hands while i be saggin’ my pants, and, uh
friends turned to fam’, and, uh, fam’ turned to feds
and h*lla roam up, b*tch, all they know is roll up, with poles up
and no, i don’t feel bad because they smoked ya
‘member i was rappin’, n*ggas ain’t even show no love
how you say your d*ck hot, but i was there, you froze up?
you average, make the gang embarrassed
i used to pop wheelies for real, b*tch, i ain’t talkin’ ferris
then i met my n*gga mike, brother from a past life
i told my n*gga, “hold, this nothin’,” then he took my advice
we turned to some evil mixed with good, twin who rap nice
ever since, been with the same gang and that’s a fact, right

[chorus: mike dimes]
boy, we rollin’ with the doors up, h*town, slow up
blow money when we blow up, there’s dirty in this foam cup
just keepin’ my composure, the land of holy snake ways
dap you up, then sn*tch you up, land of holy fake ways
we smokin’ with the same gang
[outro: zay3k]
what? lil’ n*gga, yeah*yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we smokin’ with the same gang, n*gga, yeah, hol’ up, uh

- mike dimes lyrics

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