Musica de Suicideboys del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Suicideboys tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Hip Hop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar
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Fake Pontchartrain Lyrics[Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
Red tears run down my scattered face
Six blunts rolled, laced
Holdin' the pace with fate
Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch
Made a deal with the Devil, just to get my dick sucked
By six different bitches, watch 'em switch up (Watch 'em switch up)
Triple six lynches, tie the rope up (Tie the rope up)
Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic
Don't even get no fucking pleasure, whether or not it's erotic
Into my grave, I left my conscience there between the pistol
And the blade that I had used to end my fucking fate again
I swear (I swear)
[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
Hades born and raised, I'm chokin' in the smoky blaze
I'm drownin' in the local lake, I make 'em frozen, how I flake
Draped in purple velvet cloaks
Ruby stones up in my crown, the earth will be my fucking throne
Ruby drowned and pluto was found
Three-headed dog locked up in the pound
But I let them out every once in a while
Gimme what you got, and I'll put it in a pile
Burn it up, then I smile
Starvin', all I got is stomach bile, number dialled
Nile flooded, puttin' out the fucking fire
(Aww)
[Interlude: Key Nyata]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Key Nyata]
Life been getting a little longer
Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya
These niggas lying, girl, they all baloney
Most fake and the rest corny (Shit)
Call up shorty, kill a nigga for me (Yeah)
I used her for this bait, get to four deep (Deep)
They'll be wonderin', who's recording
'Cause I made it look super sporty
Kill for sport and pop a 40 (Yeah)
I don't say shit, 'cause they know me (Yeah)
I called your bitch, 'cause she wanted to blow me (Yeah)
Got the money, yeah, nigga show me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Got the strap and the sawed on me (Yeah)
Got this cash, and it's all on me (Yeah)
If you beefin' nigga, I got a .40
Then pop-pop then you all gone, yeah (Ahh, ahh, ahh)
[Outro: Key Nyata]
Then you all gone, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Call my phone, yeah
$uicide
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