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Michael Goode
Michael Goode
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Lyrics

(Wealthi) woke up feelin' different, I put diamonds on my dentist (dentist)
Everything is hittin', pay a pigment for my figment (hrrr)
(Fssh, fssh, fssh, fssh)
(Fssh, fssh, fssh, fssh, fssh)
Pull off the lot with a whole lotta freaks
A whole lotta wheat, a whole lotta bread
They know I talk 'bout a whole lotta guap
That's all I got, put some rubber in the band (let's go)
Uh, hugs and kisses for all of you bitches
I'm blowin' a kiss to the trick, a kiss to the clique, a kiss to you ****
I know you don't like that, it took me a minute, I'll always come right back
I know that you like that, they fuck up the image, I'm still gonna like that
Your career's light check, walk into Neiman's and spent what you make window shoppin' (facts)
But I ain't even like that, do it to show them lil' **** I'm still kinda like that (on God)
Throwin' heat like I fight back, I ain't never been that kinda guy, now I'm a big threat
Makin' songs in the basement, 2025, somehow I became one of the big threats
You don't like me, where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
You on timin', where your wrist at? (Where your wrist?)
You be rhymin', where your hits at?
Blew up on TikTok, but still keep a click-clack (on God)
Switch out whips like switch out shoes
If I switch my bitch out, I'll switch out you
I switched the gang name, but ain't shit new
Be like Mike, nobody gon' be like you
Woke up feelin' pricey, I'm icy, my shit be bitin', bitin' (ice, ice, ice)
****, they don't like me, but all they bitches want pipin', pipin'
Hrr (huh-huh, yeah), how the pussy sang? Hrr (huh), when she see my name
Fresh 20-piece set from Johnny Dang (Dang)
Cost 20 G's, ****, yeah, you know my name (Mike)
Spent one year away just to do my thing (huh?)
Spent one year of checks on a gold chain
Spent one day to get over bullshit
Think I'm trippin' 'bout you? You a fool, mane
**** think they winnin', but they only playin' scrimmage (scrimmage)
Everything is hittin', pay a pigment for my figment (yeah)
I ain't never trippin', if I want it, I'ma spend it (spend it)
I just spent a ticket, put Cartiers on my bitches (ice)
I'm ballin' out with the Benjis (huh), Alex and Ulysses ('sses)
Like I'm a hunnid zits, I'm poppin' 'em 'til I squish (ew)
Callin' it what it is, I'm ballin' above the rim (the rim)
I'm callin' out every gym 'til I'm stronger than all of them, fshh
Written by: Michael Goode
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