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  • Текст песни Mike Dimes - NO TRENDS

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    Yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah (gang)
    Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
    (Yeah) damn, uh (yeah)
    Dollar sign, dollar sign
    Yeah, I get that shit (get that shit)
    Without them dollar signs
    Let's see how far your bars gon' get (let's see how far your bars gon' get)
    Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this (run it)
    This Double Lamb got no OG (nigga)
    Just throw a beat and I'ma eat, man (nigga)
    Nigga, I don't do no beatbox, leave your feet hot
    That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks (on God)
    There's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
    Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
    With your broke-ass, your BD ain't got no cash, ho
    We counted big bucks before I saw that TikTok, ho
    Your favorite rapper probably waitin' on the next trend, ho
    I'd rather get it out the mud before you help me, ho
    That boy Mike Beezy, he don't rock with me, there ain't no stoppin' me
    I seen them pop up out the cut when fans start uppin' all my streams
    I remember ain't nobody used to talk about my heat (on God)
    I remember everything, I never throw away receipts
    Nigga, I don't do no beatbox, leave your feet hot
    That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks (on God)
    There's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
    Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
    Oh, I see they catchin' felons on me (whoa, God)
    If you see Kemp, just put the billy on it, got the city on it
    I was ridin' in that Civic, homie, probably with a shorty
    Now, I never like to kick it, everybody keep recording
    Go by two things in my lifestyle, Gang, money and lose niggas (on gang)
    Everything start gettin' better
    You gon' see they ain't even cool with ya (gang)
    Bad bitches tryna fool with 'em (yeah)
    I don't want nothin' to do with 'em (yeah)
    Fake love, tryna make amends (yeah)
    Just 'cause of that lil' bitty trend on TikToks
    Beatbox, leave your feet hot
    That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks
    There's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
    Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
    Nigga, I go by dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit (yeah)
    Without them dollar signs, let's see how far your bars gon' get (yeah)
    Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this (on God)
    This Double Lamb ain't got OGs
    Just throw a beat and I'ma eat, lil' nigga (Mike Dimes)

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