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Luv - Mike dimes Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: M mike dimes | Published: 2024-21-09T07:30:47:00+07:00

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luv lyrics
[chorus]
i fell in love (love)
shawty, you my drug (drug)
tell me where you at (where you at? ayy)
i’ma need a hug (need a hug)
tell me what it is, i don’t care ’bout what it was (nah)
i remember when those shorties tried to treat me like a bug (nah, nah)
baby, i won’t say i’m god but i can promise i’m above (yeah)
if you try to cross me out, then i’ma show you i’m a dub (mike dimes)

[verse 1]
b*tch, you got me f*cked up (h*llo?)
please don’t get it f*cked up (yeah)
you talkin’ to a young rich n*gga, you done lucked up (huh?)
that bbl ain’t cheap, you better gеt a tummy tuck, bruh (on gang)
she like my swag, nah, she likе the way i talk, huh
i swear he ain’t even know (on god), i’m a walkin’ casino (i’m what?)
this life a move, baby (lil’ baby), i’m a pixar at regal
she say i’m innocent, i got some people movin’ illegal (on god)
i’m a cash cow, i only talk to five percent people (oh nah, oh nah)
my team ring bells, mike like christmas
i’m a christian rockin’ christian dior
the only youngin’ with a bad b*tch who up
my name is somethin’ that you couldn’t afford
i got it poppin’, n*ggas wishy washy
talkin’ rags to riches, i was just on the floor
i’m f*ckin’ b*tches drivin’ maseratis
i don’t like ’em basic in a honda accord
this your sh*t, huh? f*ckin’ up my kicks, huh (huh)
i’ma l!ck, huh, you think i’m really rich? huh (huh)
you actin’ stupid, i remember you ain’t even like a n*gga
got a little money, now you like a groupie
they were sleepin’ on me, n*gga tweakin’ on me
i was in my bag back in 2020
i’m the man now, yeah, you is a fan now (i’m the man now)
i got bands now, nah, you ain’t my mans now (nah)
i be coolin’ on the front street (the front street)
bad b*tch want me (want me)
i don’t wanna talk to her if she ain’t tryna touch me
i want all the dinero (dinero)
i’m rockin’ gold like a pharaoh (oh no, no, no)
i got a bag and i supply that bag to all of my fellows (migo, my dime)
i pull up cars, he three, do fraud
and then it’s back to the schedule (on gang)
look at my neck, look at my wrist
my favorite color is yellow (b*tch)
[chorus]
i fell in love (love)
shawty, you my drug (drug)
tell me where you at (where you at? ayy)
i’ma need a hug (need a hug)
tell me what it is, i don’t care ’bout what it was (nah)
i remember when those shorties tried to treat me like a bug (nah, nah)
baby, i won’t say i’m god but i can promise i’m above (yeah)
if you try to cross me out, then i’ma show you i’m a dub (mike dimes)

[verse 2]
b*tch, i go by mike dimes, n*gga
double lamb og
big lamb’, mike dime gon’ stay lowkey (n*gga, just like that)
straight up, oh, no, no, no (oh, no, no, no)
and it’s back to the money
money on money on money on money on money
one thing about me, i be thumbin’
thumbin’, i’m thumbin’, i’m thumbin’, i’m thumbin’, i’m thumbin’
d*mn, this money cause paper cuts
runnin’, i’m runnin’, i’m runnin’ these laps on these n*ggas
’til i get a piston cup
the baby momma that you wife is a sl*t
i’m the man now, yeah, you is a fan now
i got bands now, nah, you ain’t my mans now
ever since a quarter milly broken into p to double up the skrillah? uh
ever seen a bougie b*tch that be undercover f*ckin’ on your n*ggas? uh
stupid rookie talkin’ goofy, a crash dummy talkin’ with his back out
you a f*ck n*gga with a back end, make a b*tch take all your racks out
set it off, show me what them racks ’bout, take a sh*t, then we finna cash out
like to act up, we could act out, camera boy movin’ like a flash out
[outro]
i fell in love
shawty, you my drug
tell me where you at
i’ma need a hug
tell me what it is, i don’t care ’bout what it was
i remember when those shorties tried to treat me like a bug

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