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
[Intro]
(Drum Addicts)
(Hit-Boy)
[Chorus]
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps in the backseat
Shot a man down, then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired of your evil ways
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house, I'm on that double cup
I see you slackin' off, you need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch, know you shackin’ up
[Post-Chorus]
Ice on me, it hits like them Cali clubs (Yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood (Ooh)
From my understanding, you're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar, you leave that bitch with a broke wrist
[Verse]
Pardon myself or maybe pardon my mind
I be still in the trap, I might just whip up a nine
I might call up lil' shawty and fuck that bitch from behind
I know I seen you, woah, 'cause you be watchin' my shine
Escalated, jaded, baby, you crossfaded
This that big boss talk but ain't no way, baby
Sum like crack in the 80's, I got my ins and outs (Ayy)
I call my hitter, babe (Ayy)
He lay low, shoot your house (House)
Paper, paper cuts on me
Too much money, Schmoney Dance on me
Got your bitch, she doin' hunnids on E
Came through, la-di, da-di, blowin' this weed, yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps in the backseat
Shot a man down, then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired of your evil ways
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house, I'm on that double cup
I see you slackin' off, you need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch, know you shackin’ up
[Post-Chorus]
Ice on me, it hits like them Cali clubs (Yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood (Ooh)
From my understanding, you're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar, you leave that bitch with a broke wrist