Musica de Altosgp 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 Altosgp 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 técnica vocal,
[Intro]
(It's Surreal Gang lil' bitch)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Bad bih', she eat it
Cold neck like the season (Yeah)
Jugg him for no reason
She give me brain, it's pleasing
Blow me a bag, I ain't shoppin' at Neiman's
He got no bread, gotta beat it
Young nigga, we got that heater
No wife but I got a wife beater
Man, I'm sippin' on red, not beer
Can't wife that bitch, that's clear
Man, I'm goin' off the gas, can't steer
Man, I see the red and blue, my rear
Yeah, these niggas be hoes, I don't fear
Ain't no nigga I fear
Ayy, run from thе feds so I'm clear
[Verse]
Young Zen, bitch, I'm straight
Young nigga wit' thе K
Talk down, let it spray (Aye)
Too many hoes, out the way
Young nigga pavin' the way
Bread on my mind, can't hear what you sayin'
I see the bag, then run like Usain
These niggas hoes, they sayin' my name
"You tryna work?" Lil' boy, you insane (Ha, ha)
I see the feds, bitch, now I'm gone
I see the feds, bitch, on a plane
Why these pussy nih', my name
Rockin' (N)ine on me, no chain
I want the racks, nigga, not the fame
Bitch, I'm a GOAT, nigga, can't blame (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Bad bih', she eat it
Cold neck like the season (Yeah)
Jugg him for no reason
She give me brain, it's pleasing
Blow me a bag, I ain't shoppin' at Neiman's
He got no bread, gotta beat it
Young nigga, we got that heater
No wife but I got a wife beater
Man, I'm sippin' on red, not beer
Can't wife that bitch, that's clear
Man, I'm goin' off the gas, can't steer
Man, I see the red and blue, my rear
Yeah, these niggas be hoes, I don't fear
Ain't no nigga I fear
Ayy, run from the feds so I'm clear