Musica de Alex Lustig 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 Alex Lustig 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]
Spendin' time with my—
Ass keep jumpin'
Jumpin', it's a function
Function, gotta love it
Jumpin', it's a function
Function, gotta love it
[Chorus]
So I say, beatin' on the box like, "Dididumduhduh"
Leather in the seats, and it feel like butter
Ice on my grill, and you know the shit flooded
Canary yellow on me 'cause I like these colors
That's my bitch, and we don't use rubbers
Top two, and your bitch know my number
Butterfly wings on that ass gon' flutter
Beatin' on the box like, "Dididumduhduh"
[Verse 1]
I'm in this bitch with my niggas, I'm feelin' myself
You in this bitch with your bitches, you feelin' yourself
Let's get together and let's start feelin' ourself
Wishin' my niggas good money and only good health
Throw my keys to the valet
This my day to day
I do shit my way
Feel like Yung Joc when I sway
I got bitches doin' this
They got bitches doin' that
I don't care what all my critics say
I cannot tit-for-tat, yeah
[Chorus]
Beatin' on the box like, "Dididumduhduh"
Leather in the seats, and it feel like butter
Ice in my grill, and you know the shit flooded
Canary yellow on me 'cause I like these colors
That's my bitch, and we don't use rubbers
Top two, and your bitch know my number
Butterfly wings on that ass gon' flutter
Beatin' on the box like, "Dididumduhduh"
[Verse 2]
Twenties, thirties, fifties, hundreds
Anything I fuckin' wanted
Came back, I been gunnin' for it
Now in this bitch, I can throw it, yes