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BACKROOM Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike Dimes
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: David Peters, Jacob Kreider, Michael Goode Jr.




Mike Dimes - BACKROOM Lyrics
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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 (co-co-co)

Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie with a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
Bitch, you talk too much (talk too much), she ain't saying nothin' (nothin')
All these fake assumptions

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her

I got two (two) phones, one for the whoa, uh
Hello? You can catch me with a woe
Prolly f*ckin' on a woe
Fill the blank I know you know
Solo baby, I got things you never seen
And I can probably show you, baby
Make you feel right, f*ckin' 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 the blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two (two) hoes (hoes), one juked your bro
Hello? A ho she gon' do it for a note
Or a gram to fill a bowl, gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin', baby (uh)

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her

I remember I was shipped to work
But now I skip to work so I could sip the work (ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a 4, I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm coming up, my money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up, yo' big dog is a- (uh)
I'm a real nigga, I don'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, Pappadeaux's, I eat all 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 gang)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (gang, gang, gang)

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her
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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 (co-co-co)

Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie with a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
Bitch, you talk too much (talk too much), she ain't saying nothin' (nothin')
All these fake assumptions

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her

I got two (two) phones, one for the whoa, uh
Hello? You can catch me with a woe
Prolly f*ckin' on a woe
Fill the blank I know you know
Solo baby, I got things you never seen
And I can probably show you, baby
Make you feel right, f*ckin' 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 the blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two (two) hoes (hoes), one juked your bro
Hello? A ho she gon' do it for a note
Or a gram to fill a bowl, gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin', baby (uh)

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her

I remember I was shipped to work
But now I skip to work so I could sip the work (ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a 4, I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm coming up, my money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up, yo' big dog is a- (uh)
I'm a real nigga, I don'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, Pappadeaux's, I eat all 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 gang)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (gang, gang, gang)

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she f*ckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga
F*ck with her but don't f*ck with her
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Writer: David Peters, Jacob Kreider, Michael Goode Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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