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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Sorry for the Delay Lyrics[Intro]
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny
Pimp type from the—, Pimp type, Pimp type (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
[Verse 1: $crim]
What the fuck, ayy?
Lil' Scotty in the Mazi', go to war like Bush (Hah)
I been runnin' through New Orleans like I'm Reggie Bush
Kush lit, it's that pimp from the Underground G
North, North out the trench, I keep death around me
Fuck you mean? It's that fiend, middle fingers stay up (Yeah)
I got them bitch, they praying up to me
Like slicky thе Devil or somethin'
Hand of God, direct thе mob
To pull up and put, an end date on your life (Fah, fah, fah)
But it don't stop there, we come in and share
The other bullets with the whole second line (Hey, hey)
Goddamn, I'ma psycho when I'm manic (Fuck)
Goddamn, I'm fuckin' dykes, my dick got magic (Yeah)
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck, I guess I'll manage (Why?)
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots (Freaky)
[Refrain]
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Yeah
Flex my winter garments, something fine up under my armpit
Just another bitch I harvested, I reap what I sow
All day plowing in the garden, spread my seed on these hoes, yeah
Oddy got them thotties on they knees, 'bout to choke
$outhside Shawty, put the ice in isolated
All these bitches think I'm lonely, but really I'm fuckin' flakey
All the bitches tryna holla but their voice is always shakin' (Holla at me)
I got a long-ass bridge to get across, baby
You won't get passed these ribs, make sure my heart don't cave in (No)
Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn't famous? (Prob' not)
Always tryna get my money, I call it "Juicy J'ing" ( "Juicy J'ing")
[Refrain]
Pimp type brotha from the underground G, Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G, Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G, Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G, Skinny (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
[Verse 3: Germ]
Woah
Swervin' lines, catchin' plays (Skrrt)
Stars in the Cullinan, just finna pull it in (Yeah)
Hoes in the hangers, scopes on the banger
She need some money, I pay her (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
I'll see ya later, Ruby the mayor (Bitch)
Scrimmy came round wit them flavors
Bitches chew us now and later
Beating these bitches like Walker, Texas Ranger (Yeah)
I flipped me some whips, I flipped me some hoes (Yeah)
You know how that shit go (It go)
I'm out the door with cash for them 'bows, I ain't even up my pole
These niggas hoes, I won't fold, can't hold my tongue no more
Let's go chops out lookin' for foes
Wait, watch my story unfold (Yeah)
Hope I don't get knocked off, visvim socks off (Woah, woah)
Suck me 'til she lockjaw, Forgis with the top off (Yeah, yeah)
My wrist gone pop off, molly look like rock salt (Hah)
My nigga lets shots off, we done took his top off (Yeah, get it)
[Outro]
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the underground G Skinny
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
Pimp type brotha from the—, Pimp type, Pimp type