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]
I'm feelin' stuck (Feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (Yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
I'm in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Wanna hit the double coat, the candy (Candy)
I'm so high, no landing (Landing)
Keepin' that Glock, grip steady (Steady)
Rockin' this shit, confetti (Confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (Telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out, I'm poppin' at the Ritz (At the—)
I got 'em comin' in, shit look like a blitz (Look like a—)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (Check my—)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the OHKO
[Verse 2: Future & Don Toliver]
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
Yeah, she deserve a Patek 'cause she one of the members (For sure)
When it come, it's a double, money not a problem (Hmm)
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model (Yeah)
Tiffany come blue, her pussy good and pink (Pink)
Chicago in the wintertime, I'm orderin' minks (The mink)
Sellin' out arenas, I just murked the streets (The streets)
Coppin' a brand-new castle in the Middle East (Woo, yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat (Woo)
I could do this shit, one take, but my style ain't free (Woo, Pluto)
I don't take hoes on no date, 'less they got pretty feet (I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head (Ah, yeah)