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
[Intro]
I count it up ten times, I just love to touch it
I just stayed patient, I ain't have to rush it
I can't blow the lead like the Clippers
She hopped in my car, start unzippin' my zipper
Fuck nigga said "it's up" since like last September
I guess that bitch ass nigga ain't remember
This feat ain't cheap
Keep that bitch on me
(Chapo)
All on me nigga
Damn
[Chorus]
Designer my face, designer my feet
If you want a feat, it ain't gon' be cheap
Shit get for real, gotta' lace up them cleats
Badass hoe shakin' ass to this beat
The car it ain't got no key
Dark shades on look like I can't see
Hotboxed the coupe so it's gettin' hard to breathe
I swear I can't sleep like a kid on Christmas Eve
Only thing on my damn mind be money
These fuck niggas ain't talkin' bout' nun'
I keep that piece, I ain't worried bout' nun'
I'm Perc'd out, [?] thing bussin'
Niggas be switchin' that's why my trust thin
Diluted my soda, got harder to function
[Verse]
I count it up ten times, I just love to touch it
I just stayed patient, I ain't have to rush it
I can't blow the lead like the Clippers
She hopped in my car, start unzippin' my zipper
Fuck nigga said "it's up" since like last September
I guess that bitch ass nigga ain't remember
I walk around with that ceiling fan
I keep that bitch in my pants, walk around with these bands
I'm tryna' make Ben Frank dance
Shit gon' go the way it go, just stick to the plan
Tall ass nigga in the coupe, I'm crammed
They wish a nigga would, so I'm tryna' but a Lamb'
I wish a nigga would try and plot on the plan
Just get this money, that's all I'm sayin'
[Chorus]
Designer my face, designer my feet
If you want a feat, it ain't gon' be cheap
Shit get for real, gotta' lace up them cleats
Badass hoe shakin' ass to this beat
The car it ain't got no key
Dark shades on look like I can't see
Hotboxed the coupe so it's gettin' hard to breathe
I swear I can't sleep like a kid on Christmas Eve
Only thing on my damn mind be money
These fuck niggas ain't talkin' bout' nun'
I keep that piece, I ain't worried bout' nun'
I'm Perc'd out, [?] thing bussin'
Niggas be switchin' that's why my trust thin
Diluted my soda, got harder to function
[Outro]
(OB 1)