Musica de Amber London 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 Amber London 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
275 be the wildest
Wildin’ wit my niggas
Smoking high, bitch we pilots
It don’t get no bigger wit the 4-0
Lean got me on slow-mo
But i’m so [?]
Fuckin’ wit me a no-no
Your nigga go both ways
I toke k’s
Been gone for 5 days, hit the highway, sittin sideways
I’m not a thug
But I see the game [?]
[?] for my niggas who ain’t here
I can’t feel
I gotta keep trucking, I gotta keep buckin’
Be broke and get rich in the same year
Bitch i’m high i’m like a [?], but I can’t [?]
Swervin’ like I drank [?] but it’s only the cup
Don’t give a fuck nigga
Cuz we coming up and we gettin’ much bigger
Smoke a lotta weed and we drinkin’ much nigga
Tell them niggas they don’t really [?] rock until I get a milli-on and I still be gone
I ain’t worry bout what’s popular
These niggas sound pop-y
I’m proud to be poppin’
Ride round topless
[?] but you not sick, I clock you, pop you, have your homeboys playin’ doctor
Lyrically killa
I’m a villain in the street
Hit you in the spine you get a feeling in yo feet
That’s the feelin’ of defeat
Cuz i’m feelin’ that you sleep
I’m hot, then i’m cold, you know i’m chilling with the heat
Ice in the pot, spittin’ ice in the car
Smokin’ pot, wrap tight, in my philly cigar
Actin’ like you not a bitch, when—really you are
Tryna block out shine, but we still be the stars
Can’t stop us, can’t touch us, can’t knock us, can’t rush us, the speakers—be knockin’, we chopin’— them flows up, we poppin’ —them doors up, she stops and she throws up
We rockin them [?] cuz we don’t — give no fucks
[Repeat 1x]
I don’t wanna be a player
I just wanna get sum paper
You know i’m tryna get my mind right
Haters tryna end my life
[Outro]
Yea
This for all my 275 playaz n gz
Pimps and macs
You better watch yo back—foo
We keep the phonk bumpin down here in texas man
You know what i’m sayin?
We comin’ down