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mike - golden hour كلمات الأغنية

[intro: mike]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: mike]
spend it fast, and get it back quickly
in the club where we splurging on the black strippers
keep the fanfare happy, that’s a hat tipper
big daddy, keep cashin’ on the bag zipper
with the bag lifter
out in cali’, unclassy, i’m a bad lipper
big tag ripper
little fat, need to rip pants bigger
make bands man, i need to see the gang richer
who your mans? i don’t see you in the gang picture
it be fan_fiction, where ya hands?
let me keep a couple grams in ’em
all that handshakin’, tweakin’, boy your plan’s glitchin’
could’ve ran with it, got with nav, we been schemin’ on the grand mission
in the gauza, the one wherе all the sand isn’t
tryna jock us, can only be embarrassin’
all thе carelessness
like obama in your city, we be airin’ sh_t
i’m a problem, i’m fatiguing on a claritin
for the samba, we was diggin’ in the [?]
now i’m tryna put squad up on the [?]
light breeze, i’m try to take care of it
i don’t choose to outdraw them, i’m aware of it
now i ain’t losin’, i was cautious with the where_of_it
thought we was doing outside, but we here again
yeah, we here
[verse 2: larry june]
midnight, puff coat, i’m in maryland
in in the ’92 wagon playing erykah
chanel from ’04, i look arrogant
i switched whips three times for the h_ll of it
and i was just in ’24, so it’s evident
i’m in oakland with alchemist and evidence
i only play my own sh_t, i’m critiquing sh_t
and got so much sauce, i can’t carry it
i got so many flows, i can share this sh_t
and got so many hoes, i can share the b_tch
(hold on, mike, i’m ’bout to go in)
orange stones in my piece, i could crush sodas
anybody in the way, gettin’ ran over
coppin’ work in capital, in a land rover
on the reservation, white tee, kangol
i’m pushin’ p in them spots that you can’t go
i told her, “grab some popcorn,” it’s a late show
tossed a carbon fiber kit on the gray porsche
mackin’ on a lawyer b_tch in my jean shorts
yeah, we got the same coupe, but yours less gorgeous
“is she gon’ let a n_gga hit?” come on now, of course

[outro: larry june]
c’mon, you should’ve knew it
see how a n_gga walked in, just walked in like–, uh
sock it to ’em
i ain’t come here to play no more motherf_cking games, man
mike, what’s happenin’?
ny to the frisco
hunter’s point, to be exact
uh
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

- mike

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