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,
[Intro]
Where the money counter, man?
Just thumbin' through these shits (Fuck all that, man)
Ayo, ayo, ayo
[Verse 1]
Mob ties, call shots like Columbo (They done it)
Spend a grand on the jacket, I love locs (Chi-ching)
Shotgun like Bledsoe [?] lower
We wildin' on Love Loaf (Woo)
Fuck around, leave your bum ass closed
Blood soak (Boom!), mob ties took a blood oath
Inhale gun smoke
[?] by the bundle (Ay)
Understandin' build snub-nose (Bing!)
Cut the line infront of the club
Shit longer than the hair on Rapunzel (Fuck I look like, man?)
Streets like a puzzle
Involuntarily hustle
Make thе check double (Woo)
Back shots on shorty, threw in thе towel
Left puddles in the back of the Lex bubble (Ah!)
Everyone got a Judas, not everyone who next to you love you (See you, man)
Silencer on the Scat subtle
Fuck a scuffle
I need your life savings in a Vuitton duffle (Hah)
Back around, watch the car shuffle
Countin' so much breeze, got carpal tunnel (Woo)
Told her, "Just because you fine and we fuck it don't mean we a couple" (Come on, baby)
Make a cold one turn to opp block to rubble (Swoo)
Under my older-heads, Benz-rockin', Ronny Rockel (Doot-doot-doot)
Assault rifles in guitar cases, court arrangements
He tryna hang us like it's 1880 (Fuck)
And maybe get your mom' mailbox (Boom!)
Just bought a presi' (Ah!)
Just bought a presi' (We puffin' like gods)
[Chorus]
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Chi-ching!)
All I can think about is money lately, huh (It's all I think about)
So fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
All I can think about is dollars lately (Brrt)
So fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
[Verse 2]
Ayo, burn a hole right through your nose
Thorough as it get, can't trust a soul far as I condone
I'm in throne coast (Chillin')
Box was velveetas, shells like macaroni (Bing-bing-bing!)
Do you dusty on my doly, fuck a cody
Need the solid-gold Rollie (Ching)
Polyato, Tony Soprano on peyote
Yola by the ocean [?] (Aha)
[?] blow me when I'm lonely (Ah!)
Dope like Daisy Lang, lowkey, keep dog food like pet coke (Woof)
Duck the police
Was on thin ice, put a shot through 'em like goalies (Bing!)
OG sniff and give, off the table like [?]
For whom the bells tolls
Hell is slow, spun his block in a stoley (Swoop!)
Duplicated the break, now they twins, call 'em Shaq and Kobe (Aha!)
Reekin' up hundreds in my matress, holy, holy matrimony (Matrimony, man)
Son
[Chorus]
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
All I can think about is money lately, huh
It's fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Gotta pay me, huh)
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh (Fuck outta here, boy)
All I can think about is dollars lately
Fuck you, you gotta pay me, huh