Musica de Alex Gamble 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 Alex Gamble 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
[Chorus]
Ball like the MVP
Ball like the MVP
Ye-yeah, they envy me
Ye-ye-yeah, they—
I was in a GLE-G— yuh
Couple hundred racks tucked
Yuh, yuh
Pussy call back up, back up-back—
Yuh, yuh
What you seen? What you said?
Twin pour-twin pourin' up red, yuh
Lef-left him for dead, yuh
Checks all in my head
Checks all in my head
Checks all-checks all in my head
[Verse]
They like, "Boy, you went so fed," yuh
Money up, can't go back, yeah
Tell that lil' nigga I'm on that (Buh, buh)
If I don't hop out, slime gon' want yo' head (Yuh)
Tats on my wrist for ya' ho, lil' flex (Yuh)
Lil' P shooting out the mothafuckin' window (Buh, buh, buh)
.556 for a couple of yo' kinfolk
Spilt the double cup in the back of the Benz-o
Three hundred black out, Max out (Buh, buh, buh)
Lil' O walk in the function, flash out (Bih')
Cocktail party, gon' bring that bag out
Old hoes hittin' my phone, tryna brag now (Brr, brr)
What you gettin' into? (Yuh)
Perc' 10, I took two (Yuh)
I don't wanna get money with you
Yeah, still clutchin' on my pistol
Hit slime for the missile
Boy, I swear to God, I won't miss (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Hundred bands for that hit (Yeah)
And the X just hit for the finish (Yeah)
Went up, spent racks for the tennis (Bee)
I ain't hearing your raps, what's in it? (Nah)
VETEMENTS didn't come from Lenox (From Lenox)
Louis bag, guess how much in it (Vamp, vamp, vamp)
And these niggas tryna steal the swag
G-g-good luck, lil' nigga going out bad (Yuh)
I-I was in a four by four, not a Jag'
Pull up with that shit on, nigga get jacked
I was jus-I was just kicking it with slatt (Slime, slatt, slime)
Zo-zombie moving off the flat (Flat)
Sli-slime shooting shit off the flat (Buh, buh)
Sli-slime went brazy with that MAC (Brrr, buh, buh)
[Chorus]
Ball like the MVP
Ball like the MVP
Ye-yeah, they envy me
Ye-ye-yeah, they—
I was in a GLE-G— yuh
Couple hundred racks tucked
Yuh, yuh
Pussy call back up, back up-back—
Yuh, yuh
What you seen? What you said?
Twin pour-twin pourin' up red, yuh
Lef-left him for dead, yuh
Checks all in my head
Checks all in my head
Checks all-checks all in my head