Who Is Mike Dimes?
Mike Dimes
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Mike Dimes - Who Is Mike Dimes? Lyrics & Traduction

Yeah, uh (Let's go)

Bring the bass to the studio (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Why they hatin' on that nigga that they used to know?
Keep on talkin', they just talkin', we ain't cool no more (Nah)
FaceTime shawty just to see what mood she on (Okay)
All-white bricks, my hotline bling, uh (Hello)
Coolin' with my team, uh (Yeah), touched a couple strings, uh (Yeah)
Made a lot of green (Yeah), really don't mean much to me
I put death over designer, shit, I'll buy a fit from Shein
But this Louis came from Louis, spent two hunnid on these jeans
Momma proud of me, name got extra calories, weight on that (Weight on that)
Music comin', wait on that (Wait on that), Mike Dimes, hate on that
Do a show and pay a bro and put that shit on income tax (On gang)
All my bros is totin' poles, I promise we could ???

I remember they ain't know the boy
Got some money in my pockets, now they love the boy (They love the boy), damn
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy (Nah)
Sweet tooth, baby, you just want my almond joy (Yeah, okay, okay), damn
I remember they ain't know the boy (Nah)
Got some money in my pockets, now they love the boy, damn
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy
Sweet tooth, baby, you just want my almond joy

But you ain't trippin', I ain't trippin'
Fourteen, saw a dream (Yeah), fifteen, made a scheme (Yeah)
Sixteen, made a team, twenty-one, love the green
Started talkin' for the profit, haters boost my self-esteem
All my partners keep on rockin', leave that talkin' to a beam, yeah
Coolin' in the penthouse, all my bitches thick now
I don't shop at Pacsun, I like rockin' Ricks now
He said he don't like me, tell that nigga, "Sit down"
Parties, don't invite me, so I like to kick down doors
Pour a couple fours, make me wipe a nigga nose
I ain't trippin' off a partner who was switchin' on the bros
Lately, I been on the mission, I could never switch the code
Baby, you don't have a clue 'bout who I am (Uh)
Sicker then the phlegm, uh, Mister I Am Him, uh
Ballin' at the rim, you ain't gotta question them
I been workin' hella missions, I ain't ever been content
I got a bag and let you know that I ain't ever be your friend

I remember they ain't know the boy (Nah)
Got some money in my pockets, now they love the boy (They love the boy), damn
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy (Momma, look)
Sweet tooth, baby, you just want my almond joy (Yeah), damn
I remember they ain't know the boy
Got some money in my pockets, now they love the boy, damn (Damn)
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy
Sweet tooth, baby, you just want my almond joy

But you ain't trippin', I ain't trippin'
Fourteen, saw a dream, fifteen, made a scheme
Fourteen, saw a dream, fifteen, made a scheme


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