Musica de Alec Wigdahl del Genero: Pop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Pop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alec Wigdahl 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 Pop, 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]
Ooh-whoa-oh
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa (Whoa)
Hehe (Yeah)
Big Zoo
[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Prison guards, brand new Glock, extended mags (Frr-ah)
I know girls who trap hard, stay in they bags (Yeah)
Rockstar life, sellin' white, movin' a lot of grams, hey (Yeah)
Niggas, they hate, keep your gun, finna let it blast, hey (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Off the juice, (Juice) all my homies drippin' (Drippin', yeah)
Trucks and coupes, all my homies whippin' (Whippin', yeah)
Ice, I leave all my bitches drippin' (Splash)
Ice, lemonade be hittin' different (Yeah)
[Verse]
Pyrex Boys, got a birdy in my (Brr) bag (Yeah)
I love toys, I go .30's for my mag (Yеah)
I love bricks, I could break 'em down to slabs (Slabs, baby)
I'm a chеmist, got a kitchen in my lab, baby
Bitch, I came up from Jersey, (Ooh) ain't had nothin', (Oh) baby
Ooh, got M's in my bank account, I'm on 15, that's a large amount
Walk in, get money, walk out (Yeah) and
I swear I be high as a mountain
No fuck niggas around (Ooh) here, yeah, (Baby) baby
[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Prison guards, brand new Glock, extended mags (Frr-ah)
I know girls who trap hard, stay in they bags (Yeah)
Rockstar life, sellin' white, movin' a lot of grams, hey (Yeah)
Niggas, they hate, keep your gun, finna let it blast, hey (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Off the juice, (Juice) all my homies drippin' (Drippin', yeah)
Trucks and coupes, all my homies whippin' (Whippin', yeah)
Ice, I leave all my bitches drippin' (Splash)
Ice, lemonade be hittin' different (Yeah)
[Outro]
Prison guards, brand new Glock, extended mags (Extended mags)
I know girls who trap hard, stay in they bags (I know girls)
Rockstar life, sellin' white, movin' a lot of grams, hey (Yeah)
Niggas, they hate, keep your gun, finna let it blast, hey (Damn, baby)
(Ooh-oh-oh)
(Hm, ay)
(Ooh-oh-oh, baby, hey)
(Ooh-oh-oh, baby)
(Yeaaah, baby)
(Prison guards, brand new Glock, extended mags, I know girls)