Musica de Almighty Suspect 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 Almighty Suspect 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 perfeccionar su
[Intro]
Nigga ask who I beef with, I had to tell a nigga
[Verse]
I don't got enemies, they'll be dead
I be riding 'round the town with that shit like I'm fed
Every nigga selling dope till they sitting in the feds
And every nigga want smoke till we shooting at they heads
Fuck is you saying? I ain't never wrote statements
Two 11s out of 12, bitch, I been had cases, on the gang
We ain't fucking with you niggas
Say that's yo bitch, she be fucking on my niggas
Let a nigga trip, I'ma dump on them niggas
And double back with a hundred of my niggas, on the gang
Why these niggas tryna play me?
Lil' bitch, we got K's like the Navy
I was outside but my mama tried to save me
I had to tell her I'm a goon, they can't take me
Where niggas was when I didn't have a name?
Where you was when I didn't have no chain?
Now these bitches on my dick 'cause a nigga got some fame
Fucked the whole gang, still ain't have no shame, lil' bitch
Let that nigga have his moment
Niggas gay, on my nuts, tryna hold 'em
New .40 all black, call it "Token"
Shit that I couldn't afford, bitch, I stole it, on the gang
Blower stash by my feet
In the field but I ain't never had no cleats
Lil' nigga, you is broke, take a seat
I just met me a bag, blow a stack and repeat
I don't know why but I make niggas mad
Hall of Fame, put my name on a plaque
Never left but these niggas say I'm back
And [?] just told me that niggas say I'm strapped, on the gang
And I told them they ain't never lie
Bitch, I hang with the gang, I got hella ties
Tryna slash at his whip, nigga, hella times
Got him mad like, "This lil' nigga'll never die"