Musica de Al Chapo del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Al Chapo 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 Lyrics, 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 su
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(Four3va the fucking GOAT, nigga, fuck is you talking 'bout?)
[Verse]
I got a fetish smoking marijuana
That's my problem, baby, can you be my damn doctor?
I got problems, I just need some more knowledge
With or without you, baby, I'll be stable
But Juju keep watching me just like I'm cable
Live up to my prophecy because I'm able
Feel like I'm the only real woe sitting at this table
He don't got no goals and he don't get no paper
I swear to God, it's just nothing that I would love more than a hater
And I swear to God, he got bit by this Gen5, the shit, it just feel alligator
I pop a top and I get the fuck on, they treat me like Tow Mater
If you play with my family, then I swear to God, cut this shit off my ankle
Feel like Leonardo 'cause I'm painting pictures and I'm not no painter
I feel just like Carlos 'cause I'm fucking Mexican hoes, we don't trace 'em
And she gon' get stuck, suck that dick with them braces
Tried to get my fire back, they hit me with that taser
I promise, I joined the mob 'bout that anger
I promise, I wanna see her, but I hate her
If I see the bitch, this on God, I'ma face her
I'm from the east, I don't beef with no nigga from Grayson
Me and my woe, we pop out, shoot that boy like the Pacers
Huh, I got a fetish popping damn Oxy', I got a problem
That nigga just think he invincible, we might **** him
If she let me hit it, on God, I ain't quit it, on God, I ain't stopping
I knew my bitch was a ho when I picked up that blunt, then I dropped it