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
Gold (’99-2000) Lyrics[Intro: $crim]
Work!
[Verse 1: $crim]
Cruisin' with my clique (Skrt)
Indo in my back seat
Cursin' out this bitch
She say I'm all about me (Fuck her)
Bitch, you must be jokin'
Go 'head with them emotions (What?)
I'm sippin' barre, swingin'
Always on that purple potion (Bleurgh)
Smokin' on a sack
Dope up in my pants (Loaded)
Grill up in my mouth
So you might not understand (What?)
Bitches in my section
Got they pussy meltin' (Swag)
Swag a lot, can't help it
$crimmy steady flexin', ahh
[Chorus: $crim]
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
[Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Eng-eng-eng-engulfed in flames, bitch
Oddy stay engulfed in chains
Stayin' in the same lane
Pitbull at my side, untamed
Blo-blood red paint drippin'
Took your bitch out to brunch
Yeah, she payin' with no tip and sippin'
On some sucker punch
Took her home and smoked a blunt
Then I fucked her dumb, G*59, foggin' up
Got that motherfuckin' hot breath
Walk up in the club with triple six tatted on my fuckin' chest (Fucking chest)
[Chorus: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers