Musica de All But 6 del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de All But 6 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 Lyrics, 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
[Verse 1: Lu]
Don't try me, I'll make spider come get you
Testin' your luck, make the reaper come kiss you
Red dot on his forehead like a Hindu
Body her son and hand mama the tissues
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Pull up with a mask and Glock ready or not
Body drop, bloody tank top it's a face off
Fuck boy, you should of never quit your day job
Had yo bitch screaming like "Hey Ya", on her day off
[Verse 3: Kxllswxtch]
Hey ya, Southern aliens coming from outer space, ho
Brass knuckles equipped on me just to break jaws
"S" right to your chest like Clark Kent, but I'm talking Smith and Wess though
[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Two, three to the four
You are now rockin' with thе goat
I been talking mad shit lemme clear my throat
Nеver know where I'm about to go
Wrap it up punk bitch, make it pretty with a bow
[Verse 5: Lu]
I got my ego back, look like Encino Man
Fly like an eagle, it should be illegal, man
I'm with yo bitch and we off an amino tab
Lightskin bitch, color of cappuccino, man, yeah
[Verse 6: Pouya]
Bitch suck dick almost made me fall in love
Steel toe boots had me jumping out the mud
Like kiddo in kill bill, ten years I'm still real, the real deal
Baby bone blew a few mil, yeah
[Verse 7: KXLLSWXTCH]
Wassup, feel like 50 with the motherfuckin' vest on
Deftones fill the house up with some flies, uh
Got bounties on my head like I'm Trigun
Try me let it spray out like some Lysol
[Verse 8: Terror Reid]
Coming up from the be-low
Cee-lo in a bus got my pockets deeper than the sea flo'
Hella neat though, in a sheet with a cheap ho
Making jaws drop with the way that I free throw