Mike Dimes - Ghetto Spirit lyrics
[Mike Dimes - Ghetto Spirit lyrics]
Be sweet (Be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl
(I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
(Whatsoever) we can make it better
And tell me, boy, now
Wouldn't that be sweet? (Hey, JUSTXROLO)
Ayy, yuh
Pour me some Tech
I get turnt, she give me some sex
My dick hurt from fuckin' these bitches
My dick ain't berserk
You bumpin' Mike Deezy, then turn me up, sir
This real nigga spirit
I'm feelin' like Kirk
And I'm hittin' her angles
She callin' me Kirk
I won't talk to these niggas
If it ain't 'bout work
I gеt hate from these niggas
Thеy still gonna lurk
Poppin', sippin' on Lipton
My bitch bougie, london Tipton
Came from the bottom where nobody helped
They be showing' they hands like a nigga get
I'm swervin' in lanes, I'm tryna change
My momma know Mike is a prophecy
This bitch givin' brain, the answer the same
"Lil' baby, you never can rock with me"
I'm triple C'd up, yuh
I need her to give Mikey D
Some McLovin' and sign prenups
Nah, give me the ring
We only in here the fuckin'
We only in here the function
We only in here to start somethin'
All of these niggas be
Checkin' catalog like I'm
Not known to make speakers start thumpin'
I don't like these niggas for nothin'
I just be chillin' with Camp
And I don't trust bitches for nothin'
I'm still tryna fuck so come sit on this lap
And I don't need to act like
I be in the trap
I get money and bitches so why would I cap?
I don't do it for this and do it for that
I just do what I do and put it into rap
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, bitch
I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, bitch
I'm the man, bitch, i'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the
Man, Benji' the mans, gang
Ayy, two Gs on my feet
What about two Gs in broccoli?
I drop that shit with quality
Mike Dimes up next, that's obviously
These niggas flow so sloppily
Mike Dimes run beats so properly
Run laps on rappers, take they
Shit, move in they house, monopoly
These niggas ain't got no property but
Got that chain, they mockeries, yeah
I been on gang for a minute and
I can't name nobody really exquisite, uh
But I got that shit that be different
'Cause I rap about what I'm livin'
I hope that y'all really get it
Please never look up to these children
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, bitch
I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, bitch
I'm the man, bitch, i'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the
Man, Benji' the mans, gang
I know I've been a real bad girl
(I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
(Whatsoever) we can make it better
And tell me, boy, now
Wouldn't that be sweet? (Hey, JUSTXROLO)
Ayy, yuh
Pour me some Tech
I get turnt, she give me some sex
My dick hurt from fuckin' these bitches
My dick ain't berserk
You bumpin' Mike Deezy, then turn me up, sir
This real nigga spirit
I'm feelin' like Kirk
And I'm hittin' her angles
She callin' me Kirk
I won't talk to these niggas
If it ain't 'bout work
I gеt hate from these niggas
Thеy still gonna lurk
Poppin', sippin' on Lipton
My bitch bougie, london Tipton
Came from the bottom where nobody helped
They be showing' they hands like a nigga get
I'm swervin' in lanes, I'm tryna change
My momma know Mike is a prophecy
This bitch givin' brain, the answer the same
"Lil' baby, you never can rock with me"
I'm triple C'd up, yuh
I need her to give Mikey D
Some McLovin' and sign prenups
Nah, give me the ring
We only in here the fuckin'
We only in here the function
We only in here to start somethin'
All of these niggas be
Checkin' catalog like I'm
Not known to make speakers start thumpin'
I don't like these niggas for nothin'
I just be chillin' with Camp
And I don't trust bitches for nothin'
I'm still tryna fuck so come sit on this lap
And I don't need to act like
I be in the trap
I get money and bitches so why would I cap?
I don't do it for this and do it for that
I just do what I do and put it into rap
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, bitch
I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, bitch
I'm the man, bitch, i'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the
Man, Benji' the mans, gang
Ayy, two Gs on my feet
What about two Gs in broccoli?
I drop that shit with quality
Mike Dimes up next, that's obviously
These niggas flow so sloppily
Mike Dimes run beats so properly
Run laps on rappers, take they
Shit, move in they house, monopoly
These niggas ain't got no property but
Got that chain, they mockeries, yeah
I been on gang for a minute and
I can't name nobody really exquisite, uh
But I got that shit that be different
'Cause I rap about what I'm livin'
I hope that y'all really get it
Please never look up to these children
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, bitch
I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, bitch
I'm the man, bitch, i'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the
Man, Benji' the mans, gang