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Sinoda - Abrakadabra lyrics

Artist: Sinoda

album: Abrakadabra


Ayy
Drop top my new whip
Hahaha
Purple feeling hazy lil bitch
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, Ayy
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I like your grandmama
Making me cookies, I eat 'em up like Santa
Calling me her itty bitty, Rey like Lana
She want the banana all up in her hands (Huh)
Little do the bitch know I'm finna' scam her
Click' clack' flash, that's the sound of the camera
Damn huh reppin' up a set with bandanas
Make you disappear like
Abrakadabra (Ayy)
Fuck, fuck boys in blue
Bitch, that includes you
It's official I got vetements all on my shoe
You're a real bad bitch with a henna tattoo
Coming for my brand (Huh)
Wait, this you?
I don't give a fuck if you pull up with your crew
Cuz' I know for a fact they don't know how to shoot
If they do, I hope that you just
Pray for all your members and remember all your memories
R-r-r-remember that you fucked with Sinoda
When my goons are on your head
Make you wishin' you was dead
Motherfucker is you scared?
Fuck a gun, use a bat instead
Fuck a bat, use your hands instead
And I'm coming at your head with some weapons
Better duck or learn your lesson
Don't give a fuck, start your testing
Motherfucker, I ain't stressing
I'm whippin with a brand new phone
With yo' goddamn bitch on my goddamn dick
Nigga talkin' shit, he get hit with a stick
Move with yo' clique, give your mom another kid
Bitch test me get the motherfuckin' chop
Like a highschool janitor, I be with a mop
Glock 10 poppin', I ve with the war
With a motherfuckin' semi and a automatic chop
Ooouuu, uhh, wait hold up
I think my mom is callin'
Oh, nevermind, that's your bitch
I'm the nigga with a mac, and the gas, and the racks
With a chop, no blast
Imposter be among us, they will not last
She be giving lap' top' like she was a Mac
Guaranteed fiend for the D like she can't get a C or B on her S-A-Ts
Make her F-A-P out her W-A-P
If she fuck with me, Imma bust times three
Ay, round the pussy, I've been joggin'
Young ass nigga, get the name, no talkin' (Oh)
I be like the rams hit a bitch so hard on the head
I be shaking his noggin (Yeah)
Chef Gor' Ramsay with the sauce, guaranteed boss
All my pockets, Rick Ross, I got your hoes in twos
Nut on yo' bitches pubes (Yeah)
I'm tryna take a hit
Bitch imma get you lit
Designer all over my body can't get this fit
Fuck all that talking shit
Post up you lil' bitch
Abracadabra on my magic shit
I'm tryna take a hit
Bitch imma get you lit
Designer all over my body can't get this fit
Fuck all that talking shit
Post up you lil' bitch
Abracadabra on my magic shit

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