Mike Dimes My Story lyrics
My Story
Mike Dimes
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[Intro]
Hotter than a sauna, got more bucks
Got more white than a bitch named Madonna
[Verse 1]
Lil' nig', come check my status
Mike ain't never been avarage
I'll make it happen, give me a bag Im'ma pack it
When I get mad, my chain get pissed
When I'm sad, my ears shed tears
Been in the game through years
It's takin' a while, cause' I'm pure
I'm better then them, I'm sick, no cure
[?] ni***s have no fear, Rick Ross
My pants make me look like a pyromane'
Two bands, it's been two minutes
My music make monеy, slide
When I leavе, bitches go suicide
When I got in the game, I got crucified
I'on take no handouts ni***
Why you got your hand out ni***?
I'm flyer then any bird, [?]
You focused on bitches, bruh, get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
Almost put the hoe on a strechin'
Got five missed calls, won't text her
Lil' shawty always been extra
They saw what I drive, no Tesla
I run this gang, come, catch up
Step on summa', ply' that pressure
Ni***s mad, but I can't help em'
[Chorus]
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house, they tryna' jump me
This no live, this a sad, true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul, like Rick And Morty
[Verse 2]
These ni***s be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit, cause I'm 20 in the 2020
Movin', workin' that Challenger
While your bitch givin' break from the passenger
Ni***s can't keep up with me, unless I let em'
He gon' trust that bitch, unless I tell him
Promise your homie, is not your real homie
You think that's your real homie?
Than go head' and test him
Take her on a trip, put it on her lip
Watch out, young ni***s got drip
I got some babymamas tryna' strip
I got some young ni***s tryna clique
[?] was homies, now you below me
It's funny, that pussy can make ni***s phoney
It's funny that money can make ni***s homie
Hold on, but like I said the Balen' OG
All of the ni***s got beats, they eat, yeah
Mike Dimes don't doin' no feats
Before one time, I slide G3
Yeah, my whip don't got no keys
Yeah, my bitch ain't got no weed
All my ni***s throw up belt
But this shit no lost, this shit low-key
I get bag, I get it back
I give it back, I give it back
And I won't trip, cause' I'm never lackin'
I get a brick, and I make it a fraction
I get it lit, I'll make it lit
I get it lit, I get a linny'
Ain't no ma' gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn to Ricky, that's on god
These ni***s be fraud, these ni***s don't rob
These ni***s be talkin' all that cap
These ni***s be Timmy, these ni***s ain't with it
I send him the addy', he get out the map
I come thru' quick, come thru' quick
You [?] make fans relapse
This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap
I feel like Nav, I'm tap, tap, tap
Im'ma just tap
[Chorus]
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house, they tryna' jump me
This no live, this a sad, true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul, like Rick And Morty
Gang
Hotter than a sauna, got more bucks
Got more white than a bitch named Madonna
[Verse 1]
Lil' nig', come check my status
Mike ain't never been avarage
I'll make it happen, give me a bag Im'ma pack it
When I get mad, my chain get pissed
When I'm sad, my ears shed tears
Been in the game through years
It's takin' a while, cause' I'm pure
I'm better then them, I'm sick, no cure
[?] ni***s have no fear, Rick Ross
My pants make me look like a pyromane'
Two bands, it's been two minutes
My music make monеy, slide
When I leavе, bitches go suicide
When I got in the game, I got crucified
I'on take no handouts ni***
Why you got your hand out ni***?
I'm flyer then any bird, [?]
You focused on bitches, bruh, get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
Almost put the hoe on a strechin'
Got five missed calls, won't text her
Lil' shawty always been extra
They saw what I drive, no Tesla
I run this gang, come, catch up
Step on summa', ply' that pressure
Ni***s mad, but I can't help em'
[Chorus]
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house, they tryna' jump me
This no live, this a sad, true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul, like Rick And Morty
[Verse 2]
These ni***s be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit, cause I'm 20 in the 2020
Movin', workin' that Challenger
While your bitch givin' break from the passenger
Ni***s can't keep up with me, unless I let em'
He gon' trust that bitch, unless I tell him
Promise your homie, is not your real homie
You think that's your real homie?
Than go head' and test him
Take her on a trip, put it on her lip
Watch out, young ni***s got drip
I got some babymamas tryna' strip
I got some young ni***s tryna clique
[?] was homies, now you below me
It's funny, that pussy can make ni***s phoney
It's funny that money can make ni***s homie
Hold on, but like I said the Balen' OG
All of the ni***s got beats, they eat, yeah
Mike Dimes don't doin' no feats
Before one time, I slide G3
Yeah, my whip don't got no keys
Yeah, my bitch ain't got no weed
All my ni***s throw up belt
But this shit no lost, this shit low-key
I get bag, I get it back
I give it back, I give it back
And I won't trip, cause' I'm never lackin'
I get a brick, and I make it a fraction
I get it lit, I'll make it lit
I get it lit, I get a linny'
Ain't no ma' gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn to Ricky, that's on god
These ni***s be fraud, these ni***s don't rob
These ni***s be talkin' all that cap
These ni***s be Timmy, these ni***s ain't with it
I send him the addy', he get out the map
I come thru' quick, come thru' quick
You [?] make fans relapse
This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap
I feel like Nav, I'm tap, tap, tap
Im'ma just tap
[Chorus]
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house, they tryna' jump me
This no live, this a sad, true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul, like Rick And Morty
Gang
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