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North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis Who dat boy? Poppin, show stoppin' Bitch, go to hell (that's how you feelin?), that's how I'm rockin' They ain't wanna show no love to the boy (on God) Ain't wanna hug the boy (on gang) But now I'm up, they turn around, like, "Who the fuck the boy?" Bitch, don't text me, talking out yo' neck, boy, please don't let me Get near yo' bitch, boy, she gon' sex me Call Becky up, we gon' go and buy a boat (Ah, it's smokin', it's smokin', go 'head) Bitch, I like jet skis, I like gettin' money, makin' shorties come and neck me I like drinkin' forties with my mo'fuckin' besties Talkin' 'bout, "He know me," boy, he know he never met me Mo' money, mo' problems, but that money got me right Happened overnight, boy got a name, they ain't wanna fight My style so nice, who couldn't like me? The ones who ain't on my team These rappers copy writin', they music don't excite me Boy, I hear the same shit, different nigga, same style And don't compare me to these rappers when they money counterfeit Real recognize real and I don't see a lot of it I got 99 problems and ain't one of 'em a bitch That should let you niggas know that I ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga (yeah) North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga (keep it goin') North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga (yeah) North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga North Memphis I remember life was simple with the little nine to five Tryna stride just so I could book the studio time Cinco told me everybody gonna know 'bout Mike Dimes Now I hear my music playin' while I'm workin' part-time Who that be? Double Lamb OG, hottest in the street, yeah, that's me I'm the man that yo' father tryna be, who that be? I'm the nigga that yo' daughter tryna see, who that be? I'm the rapper that yo' brother want a feat' from I earn my three stripes like a nigga joined Adidas My number M-I-A, can only reach me through a beeper I know they talkin' 'bout me 'cause they know I'm not gon' speak Real ballers know to never throw the ball into the bleachers I'm hot, lil' nigga, everybody tryna hit my line (where he at?) Tryna talk, can't waste my time (can't, can't) Make niggas rap my lines (on God) These hoes just want my shine (it's true) They don't even know about me, but they say they love Mike Dimes But I do the same shit just to get between them thighs Bitch, I'm poppin', my cover in my story like a logo, Johnny Stockton (ayy, ayy, ayy, on gang) The trendin' topic, it's so ironic These hoes was just tryna call my ass toxic But everything changed when them labels started plottin' North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis (gang) North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis (yeah) North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis (yeah) North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga, North Memphis
Writer(s): Michael Antonio Goode Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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