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Sinbad
2,030
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sinbad fue lanzado el 14 de noviembre de 2025 por broke como parte del álbum FRANK (Deluxe)
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento14 de noviembre de 2025
Sello discográficobroke
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM63

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Fetty P Franklin
Fetty P Franklin
Músico
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Patrick Glenn
Patrick Glenn
Autoría
Michael McWhite
Michael McWhite
Autoría
Marquis Smith
Marquis Smith
Autoría
Josue Ortiz
Josue Ortiz
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Mike Mixer
Mike Mixer
Producción
QuisGotHitz
QuisGotHitz
Producción
Alexander Wilson
Alexander Wilson
Ingeniería de mezcla
Yak Beats
Yak Beats
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
I be lookin' at my Pyrex pot, not a bitch ass
I be lookin' at my Pyrex pot, not a bitch ass
Huh, huh
[Verse 1]
I be starin' at my Pyrex pot, not a bitch ass
I been pushed weight and I ain't never had a gym bag (Woo)
I be whippin' so much I got whiplash (Skrrt)
You know this Shazaam like Sinbad (Woo)
I don't fuck with that ****, y'all know that (Huh?)
Had to crop him out the picture like Kodak (Bye)
See, I'll lay a **** down like a doormat (Woo)
'Cause ain't nan' **** bigger than the program
I make a ho eat on some toe jam
I been ten toes down with the floor plan (Woo)
I be up late nights like Conan (Yeah)
You better get another ho if your ho playin'
I like countin' new money like blue strips (Cha-ching)
I like to order stuffed chicken out of Ruth Chris
You wanna take this pill, bitch, chew this
But I ain't showin' nan' **** how to do this
[Chorus]
I can shoot good, but I'm good with my wrist
I don't want your ho 'cause I'm good with my bitch
I don't want your clothes, I'm good with my 'fit
I made my money, I'm good with my lick
I love my ****, I'm good with my clique
I don't trust nobody, I don't need new friends
In New York City, got weed in my Timbs
But I just want a house and a brand-new Benz
[Verse 2]
I just wanna ball for the times that I couldn't
If you don't get a ring, you'll feel like a woman
This for everybody thought I was green like a pickle
I'ma treat him like a cow, milk him
I don't need a soda, fluid's my ism
I don't need friends to prove my image
A one-man army, I'm the whole village
I take a razor blade and use it like scissors
'Cause I can be broke and use my rizzle
Anybody ho'll go if you the right ****
I'd rather chase chicken, so choose the right mission
It's possible that I'm Tom Cruise in my vision
I like rubber bands and blues with my fifties
It's magical, sound like blues when I'm whippin' (Woo, woo)
That drank got nothin' to do with my pimpin' (Wow)
Take white, add water, it's green like physics
[Chorus]
'Cause I can shoot good, but I'm good with my wrist
I don't want your ho 'cause I'm good with my bitch
I don't want your clothes, I'm good with my 'fit
I made my money, I'm good with my lick
I love my ****, I'm good with my clique
I don't trust nobody, I don't need new friends
In New York City, got weed in my Timbs
But I just want a house and a brand-new Benz
[Outro]
'Cause I can shoot good, but I'm good with my wrist
I don't want your ho 'cause I'm good with my bitch
I don't want your clothes, I'm good with my 'fit
I made my money, I'm good with my lick
I love my ****, I'm good with my clique
I don't trust nobody, I don't need new friends
In New York City, got weed in my Timbs
But I just want a house and a brand-new Benz
Written by: Josue Ortiz, Marquis Smith, Michael McWhite, Patrick Glenn
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