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Mike Dimes - Backroom Lyrics

BACKROOM Lyrics[Intro]
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window, do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie wit' a face, she love to do it in the bathroom
Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much)
She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight)
All these fake assumptions
[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her

[Verse 1]
I got two phones , one for the woah (Uh, hello?)
You can catch me with a woe, prolly fuckin' on the woe
Fill the blank, I know you know
Solo baby, I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you, baby
Make-make-make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
Record bass is boomin'
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
I don’t need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?)
A hoe, she gon' do it for a note, or a gram to feel a bro
Gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby, doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin', baby (Uh, gang)

[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
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I remember I would ship the work
But now I skip the work so I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a four
I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm comin' up, my money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up, your big dog is a— (Uh)
I'm a real nigga, I'on't got no time for that shit
I make hits, I don't got no time to go do a hit (Ayy, ayy)
Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix
Remember niggas laughin' at me, said my music was shit (On gang)
But now I knocked over Domino's, Pappadeauxs, I eat on steak now
The grass got greener than the other side, bitch, it's too late now
I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday, get out my face now (On God)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her5