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sinbad - akio lyrics

[intro]
i swear this sh*t too easy, man
(miles, let’s go)

[verse 1]
i’m a demon in designer
real menace in mcqueens
been getting money since a minor
double it then i spend it with the team
and my b*tches getting even finer
that’s how it be i’ll send it where it sting
think it’s genetics, bro keep a lethal weapon in his jeans
imagine me f*cking with a lame thot
don’t play with me b*tch, go to gamestop
don’t be scared of me, bro, swear it’s bleach, hе got hollows spitting out the maybach
he gon spin that block with the samе glock
opps falling quicker than a raindrop
dear tim & moby, this n*gga phony, will the xd make his brainpop?
the streets turned him to a shooter, i just want blues no cap no faking
she asked “can you see us in the future?” i said “b*tch, i’m not ‘that’s so raven’”
he gon’ get st*rdy when the mac go sprayin’
they ain’t cool n*ggas, they just fake it well
built a couple ws taking ls
send a goofy n*gga to the gates of h*ll
i’m like
[chorus]
sinbad
real, i been that
spread up her legs jump in that
drowning, spending 5 nights like fnaf

[post*chorus]
she ask if she mines and i laugh at her
like ’em thin, but i wanna see who ass fatter
i heard your mans a lame, that’s a sad matter
price tag on his head like the mad hatter
yup, ok, i got the moves
back up your mans don’t care who is who
send them shots, shorty gon spin that block he solving a rubik’s cube
we’ll see soon, cause he gon tell and time will too
send the addy we linkin want dead prez like john wilkes booth

[verse 2]
when you getting money gotta hide the wealth
i be talking to my higher self
i make forman mills look like ysl
i be preaching like i’m from the bible belt
i know a n*gga tried to get rich off the same white he was tryna smell
he treated cocaine like the stock market he ain’t know if he wanted to buy or sell
yup, the first name fly it’s arabic, from and last name came from italy
the opps be broke and prideful, that’s a weird comorbidity
f*ck the fame i just want stacks, i won’t fall back so they can’t get rid of me
how many figures i’ll make? i figure 8, i’m turning that sh*t to infinity
yeah she goofy, and i don’t want the b*tch if she can’t dress
i hit her on the 7th day, adventist
my name hold weight, it bench press
that’s ya b*tch? i’m playing with her throat
if i have a say so i’ma blow
what i’m spitting true
i be with the crew
they think they galileo with the scope
[chorus]
i feel like sinbad
real, i been that
spread up her legs jump in that
drowning, spending 5 nights like fnaf

[post*chorus]
she ask if she mines and i laugh at her
like ’em thin, but i wanna see who ass fatter
i heard your mans a lame, that’s a sad matter
price tag on his head like the mad hatter
yup, ok, i got the moves
back up your mans don’t care who is who
send them shots, shorty gon spin that block, he solving a rubik’s cube
we’ll see soon, cause he gon’ tell and time will too
send the addy, we linkin’, want dead pres like john wilkes booth

- akio lyrics

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