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solar and the flares – 3333 كلمات اغاني

[intro: mikeyus]
i got big dreams but y’all heard just the mixtape
big beans, i take them ’til my head ache
wake up, go to work, we on a lil pay
i’m baked up in the dirt, i had a long day

[pre_chorus: carter robert]
b_tch i’m from the future like a nasdaq
liquidated cash for a hatchback
i can see what’s coming like a flashback
playing on these b_tches like a flapjack
[hook: mikeyus]
i got the lil uzi vertigo
she left me to sit there, said “where’d you go?” (flapjack!)
i could get braids like lil boat
wit lil grandma beads and the purple tone (flapjack!)
we could plan off these in burberry shorts
we thе five guys, i ain’t talkin’ burgers tho (flapjack!)
you could tag along, yeah, butchu thе runt of us
i’m the big dog, yeah, like a juggernaut!

[verse 1: mikeyus]
my brothers revered
my brothers are feared
we comin’ up near
then we sit back and reflect, geometrical mira
girl we pent up in the bed, gettin’ hot up in here
just like a needle in the thread, i gotta get in (i gotta)
work for the bread, then work off the carbs
delicioso, that’s foreign cars
bbc, no house of cards
in the dmc we travelled far

[verse 2: fl!nt]
like sky’s the limit (uh!)
wait a minute!
burning bridges (slatt!)
i reach these highs and k!ll these b_tches!
king of the castle, yeah! i’m an assh0l_!
so many bands, i feel like a bank
dollar sign eyes i keep in the safe
i cover the names
and cover the face
i hit up tay_k like b_tch issa race
[verse 3: perc3i]
aye!
aye!
aye!
running up a bag (bag!)
cop a louie, no tags (tags!)
talk sh_t, i don’t play (play!)
hit his blunt, take a drag
like b_tch offer me face (and)
drank so much need a pace (and)
so high i’m in sp_ce
he shot dead eleven, no trace
no trace!
counting up this bread until i make a thousand papes
i been on the run, i been living outta state
i been brackin’ and i’m f_cking b_tches on the plane
put it in the back end and ascend to higher planes

[bridge: mikeyus]
(i woke up on your side of the bed, i)
i woke up on your side of the bed high, oh my
woke up, felt like a dead guy
oh lord, stop messing with my head, i
won’t stop!

[verse 4: mikeyus]
i’m with your girl
she want my sweatshirt like i’m earl
we on a couch my grandma copped
my barber’s out, can’t get a cut
i’m stacking chips, no old dutch!
fart in the mic and go platinum!
booger on the collar like gold rush!
plastic in the bag, that’s magnum!

- solar and the flares

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