Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dim , by - Hotboii. Release date: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dim |
| Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, doesn’t that sound like gunshots? |
| I just got this runtz runtz pack got my eyes low |
| Got no time to run the street |
| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah |
| I bought a home in the suburb |
| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there |
| Police harassing me like every other night |
| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life |
| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice |
| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice |
| My lil' shooter in the jam, I’m tryna get him home |
| I can’t even talk 'bout murder with him on the phone |
| Okay, he know he not with it but he talk violent in his song |
| If we catch him, we gon' zip him, leave his body with a stone |
| I got my fire in my lungs, you gon' see fire when I blow |
| Why they call 'em kut da fan on 'cause that fire what he tote |
| I got shooters on commando, they still sliding if I’m wrong |
| Help me try to understand more why I’m dying for your love |
| Please, I put my heart right on my sleeve |
| Even if I dogged you, still don’t want you to leave |
| And I ain’t got no time to run no bitch down |
| I ain’t even got no time to run the street |
| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah |
| I bought a home in the suburb |
| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there |
| Police harassing me like every other night |
| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life |
| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice |
| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice |
| Flooded my neck up with ice, police told me, «Freeze» |
| She told me that she in love, I don’t know what it mean |
| How we leave a nigga stanking spraying like Febreeze? |
| I don’t care 'bout no fucking rain, it’s still gon' make 'em bleed |
| You popping just because of me, lil' nigga, you my son |
| Don’t tell me you love me 'cause I don’t do no love |
| Do no reminiscing, fuck remember what it was |
| I just know 'bout what it is and that’s just what it’s gonna be |
| Niggas tryna copy, they just wannabe |
| That lil' ho just a body, she mean nothing to me |
| I ain’t tryna make no gang, let’s build the economy |
| Me and you niggas not the same |
| Got no time to run the street |
| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah |
| I bought a home in the suburb |
| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there |
| Police harassing me like every other night |
| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life |
| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice |
| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice |