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letra de heavy metal - mike dimes

[intro]
i’m just a fool to fall in love with you
but it seems i can’t help myself

[chorus]
yeah, this coupe came with the roof out, drop-top
ridin’ ’round the city for a new drop, i spot
noose around my neck and in my tube socks, hard rock
b-tch got heavy metal
and plus my crew hot (ooh), and your crew not
yeah, this coupe came with the roof out, drop-top
ridin’ ’round the city for a new drop, i spot
noose around my neck and in my tube socks, hard rock
b-tch got heavy metal
and plus my crew hot (ooh), and your crew not
[verse 1]
who in the spot got a tool?
everybody look at the man who be postin’ the sh-t but don’t use it, uh
get on the beat and abuse it
water to wine, i turn paper to music
if it ain’t ’bout thе money, don’t think i’m influenced
i gavе mama burberry and granny a louis
and like i was sayin’, who in here got toolies?
yeah, i know you a p-ssy, you ain’t gonna shoot me
you only get paid when you play
ain’t ballin’, then stay out the way
n-gga independent, run the game
that money made, hoes are the same
from baes to hoes with no name, f-ckin’ for the fame
they wanna go see where i stay
the pack got extensions, it’s mini weather like a lake
so watch what you say, we drivin’ around with a k
the whip ain’t a regular j

[chorus]
yeah, this coupe came with the roof out, drop-top
ridin’ ’round the city for a new drop, i spot
noose around my neck and in my tube socks, hard rock
b-tch got heavy metal
and plus my crew hot (ooh), and your crew not
yeah, this coupe came with the roof out, drop-top
ridin’ ’round the city for a new drop, i spot
noose around my neck and in my tube socks, hard rock
b-tch got heavy metal
and plus my crew hot (ooh), and your crew not
[verse 2]
twenty-two, rockin’ moncler (wait)
how he got rich from talkin’ some sh-t to a mic? i swear mike dimes ain’t fair
a double escort when i walk on the court while a broke-ass n-gga still takin’ the stairs
i like all my hoes in pairs and i like all my clothes to tear
that boy on farrakhan? no, his belt say ferragamo
i cannot deal with the dribble, get on the beat and i sizzle
why he still rockin’ givenchy?
automatic stick in the all-black coupe, lil’ n-gga, this sh-t could get filthy
disrespectful when i walk in the room and i raise my hand, who with me?
i don’t trust him, he too iffy, ain’t doin’ sh-t for less than fifty

- mike dimes

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