Video She Dead Album Version de Akimbo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akimbo - She Dead Album Version Lyrics

[Intro: Salma Kenas]
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You think you know me?
(Wheezy outta here)
(Yeezy taught me)

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
The whole world, they feel me
Feel me, feel me, feel me
I know you niggas scared, I don’t blame you
I was where you was at, I was the same you
I was the fame too, worry about the fame too
Worry ‘bout what that name do, I know what that can do
I know what that fame do, I know how it controls you
I know about that bank account, I know how it holds you
Look at what your soul do, jumpin’ out my body though
Jumpin’ out the Bugatti, hoe

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga rap is a copycat
Brrrh, every nigga rap is a copycat
[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
I gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (Dead, dead)
I fuck off a Lyft and then fuck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)
[Verse 3: Future]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
I'm still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Take care of diamonds, we dance at a funeral
Lil' married bitch wanna fall on my sneakers
I'm careless, I'm gon' do what I did
I'm tryna show you how much I don't need ya

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, money (Dead)
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money (Dead)
[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You know what’s comin’ next, yeah, new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

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