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Goldeneye Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyke
Length: 3:24
Written by: Michael Tacchella




Tyke - Goldeneye Lyrics




Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven

Like a coach down in the 4th quarter, bruh I'm takin my time
They game whack on the playback, can't sack up and gain five
I laugh at em and make moves
Half assin dont make glutes
Backpassin won't change you
So Im shootin shots till take two
Aye dude, get a goal
Like laundry you finna fold
Ya couldnt stop me with the Interpol
As fresh in a minute as Dinner rolls
Oh, do I offend
If so, you not my friend
Use a token, try again
But I'll drive you to retirement
Fake I annihilate
It's ya last life left, so don't you die today
When I try my best I find a whole new type of great
Taste of success bring me toward them brighter days
Yeah right, okay
I think they might be late
They talk the game but can't walk the same, I know they try to fake
Still don't know they wrote the code they violate
Cus they don't want no smoke like a Cali fireplace

Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven

I go so high, oh my, up thru the atmosphere
Started to stumble thru heaven and now Peter ask what happened here
My brain's been causin em sass and fear
Traded out brawn like Cavaliers
But ironically, I'm in to complete cus I see where I'll be wit no magic mirror
Feel like a super hero wit a homicide
How none of these people is gonna ride
How the hell I felt that all my life
Takin anger out on the mic
F*ck you is the way I apologize
Give ya two more cus they not benign
Cuh when it come to fake, I'm a poltergeist
I just can't believe or buy that
That shit they talking outta touch like an old iPad
Actin like they wasn't wrong, tryna make it my bad
Laughing at em while I'm passin blunts of lilac
Aye aye my friend, do you speak guapanese
If not homie you can't get in on this monopoly
Call me boss got so much sauce it's drippin offa me
Feelin like a Coffee bean bitch I'm a hot commodity

Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
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Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven

Like a coach down in the 4th quarter, bruh I'm takin my time
They game whack on the playback, can't sack up and gain five
I laugh at em and make moves
Half assin dont make glutes
Backpassin won't change you
So Im shootin shots till take two
Aye dude, get a goal
Like laundry you finna fold
Ya couldnt stop me with the Interpol
As fresh in a minute as Dinner rolls
Oh, do I offend
If so, you not my friend
Use a token, try again
But I'll drive you to retirement
Fake I annihilate
It's ya last life left, so don't you die today
When I try my best I find a whole new type of great
Taste of success bring me toward them brighter days
Yeah right, okay
I think they might be late
They talk the game but can't walk the same, I know they try to fake
Still don't know they wrote the code they violate
Cus they don't want no smoke like a Cali fireplace

Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven

I go so high, oh my, up thru the atmosphere
Started to stumble thru heaven and now Peter ask what happened here
My brain's been causin em sass and fear
Traded out brawn like Cavaliers
But ironically, I'm in to complete cus I see where I'll be wit no magic mirror
Feel like a super hero wit a homicide
How none of these people is gonna ride
How the hell I felt that all my life
Takin anger out on the mic
F*ck you is the way I apologize
Give ya two more cus they not benign
Cuh when it come to fake, I'm a poltergeist
I just can't believe or buy that
That shit they talking outta touch like an old iPad
Actin like they wasn't wrong, tryna make it my bad
Laughing at em while I'm passin blunts of lilac
Aye aye my friend, do you speak guapanese
If not homie you can't get in on this monopoly
Call me boss got so much sauce it's drippin offa me
Feelin like a Coffee bean bitch I'm a hot commodity

Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
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Writer: Michael Tacchella
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