Musica de American Recordings 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 American Recordings 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]
Yeah, ugh, ugh
Trippin' (Yeah), trippin' (Ugh, trippin')
Trippin' (Trippin', huh, yeah), trippin' (Yeah)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Listen (Listen), I ain't going (Nah), riding foreign
Riches off of tourin' (Yeah), call-ignoring
Missions, miss my brothers (Yeah), die for colors (Miss my, miss my)
Quidditch, catching snitches (Snitch), do him vicious
Living, like Khadijah, quick to leave her (I ain't never really know the bitch, man)
Just because, like Anita (Baker), she in love
But it's leisure (Nah, no), real around-the-corner bleeder (Yeah, Norfside)
Bounce out on 'em on Artesia, now we got amnesia (Yeah, likе, "Where you from, cuz?")
[Chorus]
Trippin', yeah (Yеah)
Trippin', yeah (Trippin')
Trippin' (Trippin', huh, yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Ayy, who trippin'?)
Trippin' (Yeah), yeah (Trippin')
Trippin', yeah
[Verse 2]
I ain't gon' lie (Nah), always been the one to cuff (Uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie (Uh-huh), sometimes, I hit it once and then I'm stuck (Aw, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie (Nah), no, you not the only one (You're never the only one, baby)
I ain't gon' lie, she only want me 'cause I money-touch
I hate July (I hate it, sheesh), crime is high, the summer sucks (We run it up)
Can't even hit the beach without my heat, it's in my trunks
They ride the tide (Yeah), I don't got no one to trust (Can't trust, shooters out here, man)
Trust and believe I see the shit that's up your sleeve (Ain't fooling nobody, cuz)
Come fuck with me, we living fast as SRTs, yeah (Hundred on the dash)
Don't come for me unless GoFundMe what you seek, yeah (Put you on your ass, lil' nigga)
They lighting candles on the curb, they not Diptyques (Naw)
My hood impatient (Yeah), so be wary if it's beef, yeah (Naw, you know how Norfside with it)
Pull up, location is the belly of the beast, yeah (Ayy, pull up)
This shit get deadly, hope you ready to decease, yeah (Ayy, rest in peace, nigga, you really not ready for this shit, man, yeah)
It's just you and me (You know it, you and me)
Pay me what you owe, this shit ain't free
Nah
[Interlude]
I knew very well that I was supposed to go straight home from school. I just couldn't refuse. I knew I was doing the wrong thing. But I guess it was more important to be accepted by the guys than anything else (Don't lie)
[Chorus]
Trippin', yeah (Yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Trippin')
Trippin' (Trippin', huh, yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Yeah)
Trippin', yeah (Ayy, who trippin'?)
Trippin' (Yeah), yeah (Trippin')
Trippin', yeah
[Outro]
I mean, the fellas in the gang weren't the greatest. But I didn't wanna be left out