Mike Dimes – Home Lyrics

Home Lyrics By Mike Dimes

Mike dimes “home”

This young boy from texas, so excuse my grammar,
Big booty my standards, deuce in fanta,
If I’m in the scene I’m flexin in the camera, check my fellas,
We all flock the same we birds of the same feather,
We together, this 4 ever, switchin bezels every level

Me and cinco push that two door coupe aint none of this sh!t rented, servin fishes,
f*ck yo favorite rapper hope he get offended,
I was trippin off that H0e before but promise I aint trippin,
I was trippin for them sube jeans but now my closet drippin,
Designer, got a bag and I couldnt be prada,
Drop a song n yo status went nada,
In the booth if im tryna get proper
I was a school boy just tryna get collard, greens,
Homie outside wit alicia, keys,
I made money from mics they made money from fiends,
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at regal
So f*ck whats illegal,
Im different, I really aint get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks,
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pendant,
All them os by my songs screamin f*ck yo opinion,
No need for a n!gga to say that im winning,
Its f*ck everybody the way I been feelin,
I got me a b!tch and my b!tch got a b!tch so they down for a threesome n!gga, pimpin

This young boy from texas, so excuse my grammar,
Big booty my standards, deuce in fanta,
If I’m in the scene I’m flexin in the camera,
Check my fellas, we all flock the same we birds of the same feather,
We together, this 4 ever, switchin bezels every level

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Switch a lambo for a chevy, backseat heavy, from that heavy,
Want a bad b!tch with the fetti, when she ready b!tch im ready,
f*ck the s*x I want that becky, gimme becky if you let me,
I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boi in to spaghetti,

If I ask a patna in my camp to handle something they just do it like they beefin wit a adidas, yea,
b!tches poppin p*ssy for the same skinny n!gga droppin music aint nobody had believen, yea,
Took a couple ls ian tweaking, yea,
I got money to help all my reasons,
I got shorties in all major regions,
I jumped in the water and claiming the deep end,
b!tch im gatekeepin,
Different, money im countin those,
Shorties, im poundin on,
I know them n!gga* is pissed,
Ima, put a new patek on, buy my b!tch silicon,
Then ima double again,

n!gga* aint solid I dont claim a friend,
Because when I was knocking u aint let me in,
n!gga* lose vision all over the p*ssy
Or snake the whole gang for a blue benjamin,
Witness, everyone say that im up
I was stuck at the bottom you aint give a f*ck,
I dont care for a b!tch ian searchin for love,
And I dont trust a soul if he aint from above
Ian surfing a wave I got locs f*ck a brush,
When I got in the game I was sh!t out of luck
They would look at my pain and they aint help me up
If you mention my name say he dont give a f*ck b!tch

This young boy from texas, so excuse my grammar,
Big booty my standards, deuce in fanta,
If I’m in the scene I’m flexin in the camera,
Check my fellas, we all flock the same we birds of the same feather,
We together, this 4 ever, switchin bezels every level