mike dimes & duke deuce – where the party at? lyrics
where the party at? lyrics
[intro: mike dimes]
i got rips up in these denim jeans like [?]
got that bass, i never shot your mans, i gotta get paid
who is you askin’ questions, second guessin’?
you get shot [?] (yeah, mike dimes, n+gga, uh, uh)
[verse 1: mike dimes]
spent a cool couple racks to get me icy (icy)
and i’m like, “ooh, i see why they wanna fight me”
baby girl, you was just my hoe, you ain’t my wifey
in my world, i got lotta b+tches wantin’ mike d (okay), here we go
i’ma spend a couple hunnid bucks to get camp billy up (on gang)
i’m f+ckin’ up the industry, ten mill’ without a dealie, bruh
lately i been sober, i ain’t tryna f+ck the vision up (nah)
so money is the mission, the respect, i did not give a f+ck
like, ooh, “who this n+gga, bruh?” huh? please don’t talk to me
ben franklin, call me michael, you ain’t him, call me properly
mucho dinero got me eatin’ on steak and broccoli (on gang)
don’t tell my homie about your music, that sh+t ain’t knockin’, g
mike dimes turn a simple party to a anthem
ransom, n+ggas hear my sh+t and put they hands up
bands up, everything i say gon’ get my bands up
i get it crackin’ off instrumentals in the stand, yeah
[chorus: mike dimes & duke deuce]
drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers
where the party at? (uh, ayy, ayy)
head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers, real n+ggas ( what the f+ck?)
where the party at? where the party at, n+gga? ayy (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: duke deuce]
b+tch, it ain’t a party ’til white b+tches flashin’ their titties (huh?)
i’m crackin’ up off that red bull with that martell mixed up in it (with that martell mixed up in it, what? ayy)
what? (huh?) what? got me moshin’ on you b+tches (mosh)
(ayy, ayy, ayy, security comin’, calm down)
f+ck security, b+tch, we trippin’
tryna sleep up on the king, hoe, i’m what the game been missin’ (ayy, ayy)
most you rappers watchin’ me, they bite my style but never mention (grr)
hardest n+gga out my city but they sleep because i’m different (i’m different)
and i’ma keep on stompin’ on your b+tches ’til they feel me (what?)
[chorus: mike dimes & duke deuce]
drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers (what?)
where the party at? (uh, where it’s at? what?)
head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers, real n+ggas (huh)
where the party at? (huh) where the party at, n+gga?
[outro: duke deuce]
where the party at? (huh?) where the party at? (what?)
where the party at? (huh?) where the party at? (what?)
where the party at? (huh?) where the party at? (what?)
where the party at? (what?) b+tch, where the party at? (hoe)
what the f+ck?
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