Dimeman

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah you know I'm a dime man
Yeah, nigga rockin' diamonds that's how soul you gon' die, man
Cook a nigga edamame, after we get a nigga, need his mommy

Ain't fuck with y'all since, y'all rub me the wrong way
I am a dime, nigga, on the runway, and I don't even give that bitch no attention
When she vibe with me, I feel tension, you know who you are, shorty I miss you
Now I get options like a menu, come watch me perform at a venue
Yeah, you talkin' bout you fuckin' with me
You losing your mind, what has gotten into you
And now when you ask me what has gotten into me
I do not fuck with you, you is now enemy, yeah, that bitch, ya friend, she into me
Yeah, and half of you bitches be decent, yeah, I don't like niggas, I got reasons
Got a bitch for every season, not the four season
I talk my shit, I didn't mean it, no lames this way, you want me to read it
And yeah, now that I read it, you out the lame, I know that you see it

Yeah, nigga in my lane, I'ma go insane, nigga, I'ma just beat it
Yeah, that shorty bad, but she playin' games, nigga, I'ma just leave it
And buddy, I'ma do a trick, yeah, do a flip, nigga, just beat this
Yeah, yeah, I'ma dime, she is a dime fuck around and take that bitch to Ruth's Chris

I'm Judiwick get the check know I just do it, I love that bitch, she love I make music
She lovin' on me, cause she know that I'm known, I'm off the grid a nigga feel like Frozone
I ain't got my cell, E.T. phone home, nigga lookin' lost, need to call home
Nigga off the rocks, nigga, I am thrown, young, I'm dime man, young, I'm dime man

She slurpin' my shit like some ramen, never goin' raw, hell nah, man
I said, oh, no, no, ma'am, nigga run this jam, nigga, goin ham
I'm a whole king, yeah, all hail, since I'm being king, I'm givin' hell
I don't even give a shit, give a care, yeah, dime man, don't even care



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Writer(s): Justin Wicker
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