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]
I'm wakin’ up early, time tickin' on my clock (Yeah, yeah)
I pop out the house, I hop in the whip, the block is hot (Hot, hot)
I made a mess on aisle three, I'm needin’ a mop (Slippy)
I don't know where the hell I'd be without that job
"I ran out already" (Yes sir), Tommy Vercetti (Uh)
Pussy wet like it's spaghetti (Woah), bend that over, give me heady
Color of cash, it should be Fendi, and all my hoes be petty
They all know who they daddy, I'll jump right on that jetty
[Verse]
Think they ask me, like, "How long you lasting?" (Yeah)
I melt it in a casket (Oh)
I lovе it when you nasty (Yeah)
Google mе, I'm fantastic
My middle name is Zackery
Left her out at Zaxby's
Those cameras kept attackin' me (Hmm-mmm-mmm)
Turned your back on (Ooh, back)
I gotta get back on
I need all revenge (Oh-oh)
But I won’t lack on ’em
I seen her right through the lens (Oh, ooh)
Go hit me a lick and go hop in the 'Benz
Fuck it, it is what it is (Yuh, ooh)
It comfort my heart, what I do for the kids
[Bridge]
No, no, I done seen all that (Nah, no, no, no)
Call my phone, you can call right back (Phone me, yeah, yeah)
All them cameras on me, all full attack (Whole lotta cameras, whole lotta stamina)
[Chorus]
I’m wakin' up early, time tickin' on my clock (Yeah, yeah)
I pop out the house, I hop in the whip, the block is hot (Hot, hot)
I made a mess on aisle three, I'm needin’ a mop (Slippy)
I don't know where the hell I'd be without that job
"I ran out already" (Yes sir), Tommy Vercetti (Uh)
Pussy wet like it's spaghetti (Woah), bend that over, give me heady
Color of cash, it should be Fendi, and all my hoes be petty
They all know who they daddy, I'll jump right on that jetty