Musica de Alexmadeit 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 Alexmadeit 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,
We turnt up on a mothaf*kin friday
I can't walk
That goop pack got me leanin' ova sideways
Make time stop
(solo cups n shit)
I said f*ck it let's do my way
Let the dime drop
(let's do it)
I get lit in a uber, on the highway
That's my fault (oops)
Told her come my way
Cuz why not
Jammin in the driveway
The ride hot
I met a milf on myspace
With nice locks
Me and shawty fly away
To the white rocks
I glide innn, (heee)
With the high socks
We striving
They look like they might stop
Cooking eggs and bacon
Like i came from i hop
It ain't ever no hatin
Bring em all to the top
Yeahhhh, wish everything
Could bе so different
I hopped out thе fish tank
But they still swimmin
Yeahhhh, I fade away
I'm Scottie Pippen
I bring the bros with me
Cuz that's how i see the vision
(bridge)
(f*ck man.... f*ck.... this sh*t crazy....)
We turnt up on a mothaf*kin friday
I can't walk
That goop pack got me leanin' ova sideways
I Make time stop
(yeah, yeah)
(solo cups n shit)
I said f*ck it let's do my way
Let the dime drop
(yeah, yeah)
I get lit in a uber, on the highway
That's my fault
Told her come my way
Cuz why not
Jammin in the driveway
The ride hot
I met a milf on myspace
With nice locks
Me and shawty fly away
To the white rocks
I glide innn
With the high socks
We striving
They look like they might stop
Cooking eggs and bacon
Like i came from i hop
It ain't ever no hatin
Bring em all to the top
(outro)