Mike Dimes – 247 Lyrics

247 Lyrics By Mike Dimes

Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin’ (Huh?)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Yeah, it’s nothin’)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (b!tch, it’s nothin’)
Yeah, it’s nothin’ (Nothin’)
Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Yeah, it’s nothin’)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh, b!tch, it’s nothin’)
Yeah, it’s nothin’

Two-four-seven, there’s another nigga hatin’, it ain’t no debatin’
My vision get clearer, these niggas keep fadin’, hol’ up
Show you how we finna play it
I get me a bag, hit a foreign location
Where he at? Prolly bein’ complacent
Where I’m at? Countin’ up in the basement
Ten bands, twenty bands, thirty bands
Hunnid bands every other occasion, uh
My b!tch need no beverage, uh
My d!ck got [?], uh
Come over, give you a lesson
Corrupt for class presi’ ’cause I’m always present
I-I do what I preach, I’m a certified reverend
They dance in they seats when they notice my presence
The real MVP was a lill’ adolescent, got rich, and now

Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin’ (Huh?)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Yeah, it’s nothin’)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (b!tch, it’s nothin’)
Yeah, it’s nothin’ (Nothin’)
Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Yeah, it’s nothin’)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh, b!tch, it’s nothin’)
Yeah, it’s nothin’
Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
Yeah, it’s nothin’
Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
Yeah, it’s nothin’ (Uh)

And they heard Mike known to get bodies at the door
For sure, I don’t think a nigga ever could go broke
Uh-oh, put some uh-uh in my cup and watch a nigga get throat
Pay the price, get no advice from any nigga, I’m grown
Swipe the Visa, I won’t trip about sh!t, I’ma leave ya
Tell me secrets, shawty a demon
She tryna get her some kids from my semen
I just went crazy, life did a 180
From the shade, now everybody move shady
Lifestyle turned “f*ck you, pay me”
Wipe me down, lil’ b!tch, I’m lazy, sorry, lady
I’m focused, need promotion, she [?] gave me the token
She strokin’ on my uh-uh, won’t kiss and tell on some H0e sh!t
The industry my b!tch and they make me feel so important
They know I get sh!t lit, they on my phone, I have to tell ’em

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Two-four-seven, this b!tch is buzzin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
Yeah, it’s nothin’
Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin’
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
b!tch, it’s nothin’ (Uh)
Yeah, it’s nothin’