Musica de Don Toliver del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Don Toliver 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 Hip Hop, 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
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Woah-ooh)
Do it just to make her late
Take her just to make her late (Woah-woah)
Call her just to make her late
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-woah)
Never gave a fuckin', ah
Take her pussy 'round the street (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip to take her out her housе
[Open Verse]
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bikе (Woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Woah-ooh)
Do it just to make her late
Take her just to make her late (Woah-woah)
Call her just to make her late
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-woah)
Never gave a fuckin', ah
Take her pussy 'round the street (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip to take her out her house
[Interlude: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
(Ah, ah)
Schyeah (Ah), schyeah
[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spittin' that venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismiss him
I done got too high, just a little
I know I'm out my mind just a little
Red Lambo', red Skittle
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't buy the yacht, bought the missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it, shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break sum'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
You keep doin' that, I'ma break sum', uh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break sum'
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah)
Got a bitch to ride or die (Hold up)
Ride a circus on my bike (Hold up, woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Hold up, doin' what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Hold up, woah-ooh)
Do it just to make her late (Hold up)
Take her just to make her late (Hold up, woah-woah)
Call her just to make her late (Ah)
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-ooh)
Never gave a fuckin', ah (Ah)
Take her pussy 'round the street (Woah-woah, ah)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Trip) to take her out her house (Say)
[Outro: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
What you say? (Ah)
I take her on a field trip (Ah)
I put her on a field trip (Ah)
I bought that ho some new lips
I bought that ho some new hips
I bought that ho some new hips
I got that ho too hip
I put her on a road trip