Musica de Aldivino 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 Aldivino 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 técnica vocal,
SWAMP Lyrics[Intro]
Ah, oh yeah
Off the dribble, you know what this remind me of though, man? (What?)
You know, light somethin' up, boy (Kshh)
Ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, drugs make people do something strange for a piece of change (Chi-ching)
This cop must be a drug troop, y'all motherfuckers lame (Agh)
I don't even know if that word do it justice
But y'all the type to hit me with a counterfeit hundred, like I'm stupid or something (Oh, you think I'm dumb or somethin', huh?)
Wasn't born yesterday or the day before that (Nah)
Raised my plug, two-step on a quarter brick, like a doormat (Ay)
So-called gatekeepers sleep in my way, like a Snorlax
You got slapped broad day like a broad, like no one saw that (Ha)
Out here frontin' like sharp as steel (Huh?)
We know where the hammers is at and widows aswell (Ha, bing-bing-bing)
They played Mario Kart when we throw a shell (Boom)
Don't do a Mayan, don't do Michael Kors, all she know Chanel (Ha)
Look like Jean-Michel himself do her nails (Hmm)
Started from the same spot, see who prevailed (Oh)
So much fucking coke leave the UPS scared (So much coke)
Glove apartment the best trap spot, shit upscale (Price)
Bet y'all rappers don't even know if y'all guns work (Y'all don't even know)
My bitch cum first and band money come first (Chi-ching)
[Outro]
For real though (Krrt)
Bing (Ugh), that's shit
You know?
Y'all tryna break Instragram, man, I'ma tryna break the money counter, man
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bunch of ho shit, man
Listen, man, let me tell you somethin', man, that I was told, man
Ho ain't—. hoin' ain't got nothin' to do with givin' pussy for free, man
Where the fuck is your head at, man? That show me where your bread at, man
Your headed up—, your fuckin' eyes is in other people's pockets, man?
On some ho shit
You a man, bruh, the fuck?
Get your own, man