Musica de Amir Najibi 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 Amir Najibi 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
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Ha, yeah, ha
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I just bought a brand new stick, I don't want no peace
Walk out with that blick, and that boy was sayin' "No please"
Need at least a hundred, or that boy gettin' no feat
Heard them talkin' down on my gun, make them hoes bleed
Tell that ho leave
Bitch, you talkin' way too much (Way too much)
Walk up to my crib, we got drugs, hoes, guns (All that)
Catch him walkin' home, hop out, boy where you from (Where you from)
Thousand on my shoes, that lil' boy hold ones (Hold ones)
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Walk up in the function, told yo' bitch to shake her ass (Shake her ass)
You thinkin' I'm a bitch, I'd beat yo' ass (Beat yo'ass)
Told my mom I'm rapping, give a fuck 'bout a class (Give a fuck)
You all up on my dick, boy touch grass
Bitch on my dick, she wanna blow me like some brass (Like some brass)
I roll me up a wood off of motherfucking glass
My pockets on that fat shit, bitch, having mass
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I just bought a brand new stick, I don't want no peace
Walk out with that blick, and that boy was sayin' "No please"
Need at least a hundred, or that boy gettin' no feat
Heard them talkin' down on my gun, make them hoes bleed
Tell that ho leave
Bitch, you talkin' way too much (Way too much)
Walk up to my crib, we got drugs, hoes, guns
Catch him walkin' home, hop out, boy where you from (Where you from)
Thousand on my shoes, that lil' boy hold ones (Hold ones)