Sim Dope (Explicit)
AKA"Sim Dope (Explicit)" is a song by AKA, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:50 long and contains 49 lines and 451 words.
Lyrics
0:00Sim D**e - AKA
0:29Hands in the air if you been broke
0:31I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal
0:35Private jet benzo can't see through the window
0:38So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e
0:42Sim d**e 911 rims spokes
0:45Back when it was college I would ve came out with crib notes
0:48Teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple
0:53But you ain't even f**king with his gym clothes
0:56Don't see the roof that's german auto
1:00J c le roux 1000 bottles
1:03I see the truth this the land of promise
1:06Call me the proof I'm just being honest
1:24Hands in the air if you been broke
1:26I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal
1:30Private jet benzo can't see through the window
1:33So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e
1:36Sometimes I look at my mother I think of what could've been
1:39Imagine building a palace that s only fit for a queen
1:43My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam
1:46Reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams
1:50That's why I talk in my sleep
1:51Fortunately my esteem is awkward for people who awfully talkative in the street
1:56Especially if all the talking is cheap
1:59I got the recipe making peace with my enemies my conscious is clean
2:05Don't see the roof that's german auto
2:08J c le roux 1000 bottles
2:11I see the truth this the land of promise
2:15Call me the proof I'm just being honest
2:32Hands in the air if you been broke
2:35I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal
2:38Private jet benzo can't see through the window
2:42So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e
2:59I'm in this b**ch with mandela
3:02They pull my name out the envelope you should f**k with the winners
3:05You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners
3:09I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children
3:14Drop top for the summer time
3:16Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number 9
3:19Every one of these flows my foes gon' analyse
3:23Eyes closed while I fantasize
3:26Nice clothes and my jewellery ice cold like savannah dry
3:30Power moves being strategized
3:33So if I die I'm leaving behind some real d**e
3:36Bring me back as sim d**e there's still hope
3:41Hands in the air if you been broke
3:43I see millionaires making bread that's the angle
3:47Private jet benzo can't see through the window
3:50So if I die I pray to god he brings me back to sim d**e
Sim D**e - AKA Hands in the air if you been broke I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal Private jet benzo can't see through the window So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e Sim d**e 911 rims spokes Back when it was college I would ve came out with crib notes Teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple But you ain't even f**king with his gym clothes Don't see the roof that's german auto J c le roux 1000 bottles I see the truth this the land of promise Call me the proof I'm just being honest Hands in the air if you been broke I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal Private jet benzo can't see through the window So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e Sometimes I look at my mother I think of what could've been Imagine building a palace that s only fit for a queen My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam Reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams That's why I talk in my sleep Fortunately my esteem is awkward for people who awfully talkative in the street Especially if all the talking is cheap I got the recipe making peace with my enemies my conscious is clean Don't see the roof that's german auto J c le roux 1000 bottles I see the truth this the land of promise Call me the proof I'm just being honest Hands in the air if you been broke I see millionaires making bread that's the end goal Private jet benzo can't see through the window So if I die I pray to god he brings me back as sim d**e I'm in this b**ch with mandela They pull my name out the envelope you should f**k with the winners You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children Drop top for the summer time Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number 9 Every one of these flows my foes gon' analyse Eyes closed while I fantasize Nice clothes and my jewellery ice cold like savannah dry Power moves being strategized So if I die I'm leaving behind some real d**e Bring me back as sim d**e there's still hope Hands in the air if you been broke I see millionaires making bread that's the angle Private jet benzo can't see through the window So if I die I pray to god he brings me back to sim d**e
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