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Sinbad
2.368
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sinbad foi lançado em 14 de novembro de 2025 por broke como parte do álbum FRANK (Deluxe)
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Data de lançamento14 de novembro de 2025
Selobroke
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM63

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Fetty P Franklin
Fetty P Franklin
Música
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Patrick Glenn
Patrick Glenn
Composição
Michael McWhite
Michael McWhite
Composição
Marquis Smith
Marquis Smith
Composição
Josué Ortiz
Josué Ortiz
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Mike Mixer
Mike Mixer
Produção
QuisGotHitz
QuisGotHitz
Produção
Alexander Wilson
Alexander Wilson
Engenharia (mixagem), Engenharia (masterização), Engenharia (gravação)
Yak Beats
Yak Beats
Produção

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: Josué Ortiz, Marquis Smith, Michael McWhite, Patrick Glenn
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