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.
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Ruby Is Finally Satisfied with His Verse Lyrics[Intro: Black Smurf]
Hustle
Hustle
[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
I went from hunnid to thousand, now I'm plottin' on millions
Like, Hustle, we gotta get it, no time lacking with bitches
We stretch it and all the options forever chasing profit
And anyone in the field with paper, you gotta drop it
I'm talking that keeping knock 'em, stitching me of attachment (Bam, bam, bam)
For disrespectin' you get tailored, mane, right in front of Reverend (Okay, damn, damn, damn)
For half a zip, I can catch a touched in eleven seconds (Hus', a freak gang, ayy)
If Hustle Family you get surrounded by goons in my city (Hustle)
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
I got a hunger, stomach sounding like some rumblin' thunder
Never going under, light the blunt, and then I start to wonder
Contemplating numbers, bitch, don't wake me from my slumber
Hibernating in the winter, then I kill them in the summer
Fucked your bitch, and then I shunned her
I'm a stunna, number one stunna
Sprayin' choppers out the Hummer, life's an endless bummer
So I count my money in the back, fuck a front-runner
Flush 'em like a poker playing plumber
You bitch
[Verse 3: $lick $loth]
Chest tight from the smoke, blowing on a bow
Couldn't tell you my location 'cause the phone's on roam
Nine to your dome, cock it back and squeeze it
In the bushes creepin', repeat it every evening
Suckers claimin' this and that
Swear they wouldn't rat
Swear they got the sack and they swear they toting gats
Bitch, you wack
See this ink on me? Lil boy, it means something
I got a handful of people that'll murk you in public
So come try me, lil bitch