Mike Dimes - Backroom (Clean)

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I DO NOT OWN RIGHTS TO MIKE DIMES SONGS. FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
This clean version might not be or be suitable for E10+ Games with Lyrics
Instrumental version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fIP8DdAVS4
Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aD5AvifVgII
Background Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aD5AvifVgII

(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 *** wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie wit' a face, she love to do it in the bathroom
***, 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 ***
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she ***' with a trap ***
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, ***
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, ***
*** with her, but don't *** with her

[Verse 1]
I got two phones, one for the woah (Uh, hello?)
You can catch me with a woe, prolly ***' 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, ***' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
Record bass is boomin'
Now these *** wanna feel Mike
I don’t need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
Been that *** before I had figures
I got two ***, one juuged your bro (Hello?)
A ***, 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 ***
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she ***' with a trap ***
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, ***
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, ***
*** with her, but don't *** with her

[Verse 2]
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 them 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 ***, I'on't got no time for that ***
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 *** laughin' at me, said my music was *** (On gang)
But now I knocked over Domino's, Pappadeauxs, I eat on steak now
The grass got greener than the other side, ***, 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 ***
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she ***' with a trap ***
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout ***
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, ***
*** with her, but don't *** with her


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