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michael phelps//
Hip-Hop/Rap
michael phelps// was released on April 14, 2025 by Maddox Music as a part of the album EVERYTHING
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Release DateApril 14, 2025
LabelMaddox Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Gilfilian
Dylan Gilfilian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Got some dancers on my body, they ain't Milly Rockin'
Cannabis
Smoke so much, can't feel my problems
Chattin' with the baddest bitch
They be bumpin' me like Speaker Knockerz
Really went from rags to riches
Rollin' runts mixed with gelato
Ballin' now my taxes different
Cover me in Raf Simons she like, bae, relax
They hatin', now the cap is different, they just want my cash
Used to be like, fuck him, now they say the boy can rap
Oh you day one? that's some cap
You must think I'm slow as sap
Hit that change-up like Houdini, now my pockets full of kelp
Chose to glow up with my team, but I could do it by myself
Groupie on me, actin' wild like she don't got nobody else
Swimmin' laps in that pussy, hittin' strokes like Michael Phelps
Spend a bag on that pussy? you must think I'm someone else
Five rounds in that pussy, like I'm fightin' for the belt
Smash her, then I pass her off to Brody like he runnin' routes
Made a hundred fifty thousand, I ain't even leave the couch
Had to get a new accountant, I was havin' trouble countin
Blue tints on my downers, I can't walk without a posse
Stackin' money like a mountain, you really ain't rich, you clownin'
Ftttt, Ftttt
On my bouncers
Ftttt, Fttt
While I'm countin
Now its hibachi, used to be ramen
New Murikami in my closet
New Givenchy, how I'm rockin'
Who got the woods?
I got the grabba
She on my wood, what's she a logger?
Ain't givin' no call unless its sloppy
What that mouth do when you top me
When I come around, shit get gnarly
Please don't pop out to the party
Lest you wanna be a zombie, over here it's real life
This ain't just a hobby, I got handles like I'm Chauncey
Why you think I'm always ballin'
Gettin' green like the Spartan
Fuckin' on fiends when it's starry
Turned the phantom to a party
Exotic all up in my body
Walk the talk in Balenciaga
Told 'em, keep them commas comin
I ain't gon' slow down, bitch, I'm sonic
I'm superhuman, I need a comic
Makin' these millions, boy, you probably still get paid by the hour
I got fusion dance power
Way over 9,000
And I don't ever stop for none
Designer on me one-on-one
I break it down, she roll it up
All white like the Pope or something
What I'm sippin' ain't no Robitussin
Gang shit, pop out at the function
There's like 40 of us, my main bitch bad
But I still got some groupies tourin' with us
Cast spells, she a sorceress
And she love powdered donuts
Off just two lines, she go nuts
She brought two friends for the four some
Yeah, we on blast
She only fuckin' me cause I'm rich as fuck
But she bad
So you really think that I give a fuck?
I ain't mad
I'm rollin' up a zip
You be smokin' clips
Diamonds and shine like Mr. Clean
Got VVS's on my wrist
Walk on water with these beats
The second comin' in this bitch
Got your wifey screamin' Maddox
While she comin' in my whip
And your whip ain't got no tints or nun , kid
So please don't try that shit
I don't do no coke, but it look like I'm supplying it
Plus, I just got back from Mexico
I'm always flyin' it
And I'm always high as shit
But I can afford that life, I'm rich
From the sticks
Now I'm surrounded by some henchmen
That don't walk without they stick
What's the cost, damn
I don't remember the last time I said that shit
Okay, I'm blessed
But I worked for it
You only get one life to live
Shit, I get busy
I won't even check my schedule
Cause I know you won't fit in
And if you ever try to diss me
Know it's over for you, kid
Written by: Dylan Gilfilian
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