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like mike
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like mike was released on January 1, 2025 by hi music as a part of the album i love how it sounds (as the sun sets)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2025
Labelhi music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM113

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyriq Sean Askew
Tyriq Sean Askew
Vocals
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Vocals
Jesus Ayala
Jesus Ayala
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyriq Sean Askew
Tyriq Sean Askew
Songwriter
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Songwriter
Estevan Andre Kravitz
Estevan Andre Kravitz
Songwriter
Jesus Ayala
Jesus Ayala
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyriq Sean Askew
Tyriq Sean Askew
Co-Producer
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Rafael Carvalho Limongi
Producer
Estevan Andre Kravitz
Estevan Andre Kravitz
Engineer
Jesus Ayala
Jesus Ayala
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young Will Smith, I'ma hit you with a slapper
Barbecue jams on a roll in a wrapper
Shakata del tres, I already had my dagger
Playoff versus with a team full of wackers
Addicts on the mic, I'ma chew you like a ZYN
Label contract, industry pay-to-win
Do it for my girl who gon' always look a ten
Get her what she want, she not frank with the Ben
[Verse 2]
Talking that talk, French lesson with the Duo'
L'argent est si gros empilez-le avec un cure-dent
Many don't get it, but you gotta give us kudos
Full price pop, tu necesitas un cupón
Expo de art with the fit I'ma put on
Y'all compensators, no cabes in our condon
When I'm with my baby, that's shit we don't condone
Ye and Jay in Paris, how we definitely in our zone
[Chorus]
At this point, girl, might love you forever
And treat ya like a treasure
You know no man could measure
And in my own world
Pain could lead to pleasure
That's the reason I go
Dance in lesser weather
[PostChorus]
It's Sunday night, baby, so we can walk out
Seen a couple familiar faces out the house
Seen a couple bitches that I don't care about
Wipe 'em out my life like I'm wiping off my mouth
1500 hearts lead to 1500 pounds
Hit a run-a-thon with your mans, like wow
Throw a couple bombs at your mans, like ow
Hit 'em with a laser beam, bitch, pow, pow
[Verse 3]
We got a couple more songs about buildings and food
I still got a fear of music and disappointing my muse
Many late nights speaking in tongues, leaf in my lungs
Till it stop making sense, we little creatures in love
Raf still moving like a young Brian Eno
Why you with that ****? Make me wonder, what do he know?
Yeah, I'm still sippin', still tippin' off the vino
Bitch, real T's move in silence, call me pinot
Gone for a whole fuckin' year, y'all was puffin' chest
Straight shooters, get up out the way or wear a fuckin' vest
Hot boys, we can never sleep, better than the rest
Ain't a band better in the east, better check the west
I'm a bad sport, type to chincheck a ref
Ain't enough zeros on a check to buy my respect
Stainless record, baby, I'ma steel fuckin' step
Ain't never hedging a bet, a real fuckin' vet
[Chorus]
And in my own world
I love you forever
You know I can measure
And if I could call you baby girl
I wouldn't drop a sweat, no
A drop is just too precious
[Outro]
Slip, slide, dance like me
Pretty-ass bitch with some crooked-ass teeth
Slip, slide, dance like me
Butchaaaskme but you get it, I see
Slip, slide, dance like me
Pretty-ass bitch with some crooked-ass teeth
De-be-de-be-de, don't you never see
Won't you end up in a front cover magazine
Written by: Estevan Andre Kravitz, Jesus Adolfo Ayala, Rafael Carvalho Limongi, Tyriq Sean Askew
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