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]
On the phone
It’s Surreal Gang lil’ bitch, haha
You already know I get bitch, yeah
Shoutout lil’ Alto, the muhfuckin’ goat
[Chorus]
I just stepped out in Chanel Number (N)ine, yeah
Wassup slime, wassup bro?
All my brothers up poles, frrr
We get yo’ dumb ass smoked, yeah
You get yo’ dumb ass Poped
I’m with them seals, smoke za out the bowl
You already know what I’m on
I already know what she on
I’m wifi lit, this bitch thick as shit
I’m tryna fuck this bitch
And the Maybach got tints
Wit’ lil’ Ish bitch and my stick
Baby Drac’ up I’m slidin’, yeah
Talkin’ ‘bout Gd I’m slidin’, yeah
Where the opps? They hidin’
I’m a rich boy, I fly private
I’m noddin’ off the roxy
Thinkin’ ‘bout yo’ body
Why these bitches wan’ copy?
[Verse]
My neck and wrist on hockey
Who better than me? Who gon’ stop me?
I got that monkey on my back
Walkin’ around wit’ a price tag
Look in the back, 500 racks
I put the kit on everything
I put the kit on Beniagas
Doctor Miami, that ass fat
If you wan’ play wit’ murder squad
Call up Gavin, get his ass whacked, frrrr
Yeah, he ain’t in his fuckin’ right mind
I was waitin’ for the right time
Caught his ass at the stop sign
Frrr, frrr, frrr
Pussy bitch, now yo’ soul mine
Take yo’ hairline, now you so gone
Dy go step out in Vetements, yeah
My bitch walk naked in Saint Laurent
Stupid ass hoes, I can’t save ‘em now
You know, I don’t know how
[Chorus]
I just stepped out in Chanel Number (N)ine, yeah
Wassup slime, wassup bro?
All my brothers up poles, frrr
We get yo’ dumb ass smoked, yeah
You get yo’ dumb ass Poped
I’m with them seals, smoke za out the bowl
You already know what I’m on
I already know what she on
I’m wifi lit, this bitch thick as shit
I’m tryna fuck this bitch
And the Maybach got tints
Wit’ lil’ Ish bitch and my stick
Baby Drac’ up I’m slidin’, yeah
Talkin’ ‘bout Gd I’m slidin’, yeah
Where the opps? They hidin’
I’m a rich boy, I fly private
I’m noddin’ off the roxy
Thinkin’ ‘bout yo’ body
Why these bitches wan’ copy?
They tried it, they can’t slime me, yeah