Musica de Anabolic Beatz 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 Anabolic Beatz 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]
E equals m-c squared, I don't know
Oouu (We'll have to figure it out)
(Hot, hot) Or Genius
(Shit's hot) Genius shit yo'
(Anabolic Beats)
(Esketit, yeah)
[Verse 1: JuStain]
Get to stepping down the road
Yeah I'm switching up my beats, and I'm mixing up my flows
Your bitch is a trick you should already know
Soon as she hit the club, you know she hit the floor
Boy wait in line, you just an Average Joe
I ain't into treating every trick that I meet
But if she fucks me good, then you know she get the skeet
Say she need a ride, told her walk on her feet
Say she on the road, but belong to the streets
Freak in thе sheets, but she always want to eat
Fuck out of herе, I need some sleep
I don't need no wife anyway
I just need a couple dimes a day
Dropping my loads, like bombs away
Pulling up heartless, your bitch she want this
Picking her up, and leave you in the darkness
Pull up clean, and we vibing at the function
When she go down, give me head like a pumpkin
[Verse 2: 15th cole]
Incarceration months before high school graduation
Touched probation, piss tests became the rotation
Sensations I was popping pills, smoking nicotine
Caffeine, alcohol, throw up in the toilet bowl latrine
Clothes up in the washer, single now need a new man's daughter
Oh, she want the ring? (ha, ha)
Maybe ring tosser (toss her)
She be smoking hot, hot, body cremation
I tried to cuff, put myself in the police station
She was all I worried, now it's hustle over habits
You focused on later, I'm getting it now you Turtle, I am Rabbit
Pound of cabbage, carrots, coming by the twenty four
Done this before, my stash spot hidden bottomed in my sock drawer
Lyrics mind racing, break it down, spinal tingling
Throw up sickening, bickering? Naw, moneys interesting
Hospitality nowadays hospitalized
Full of lies, anger, sweat, and blood can't forget the cries
Cross em' up, yeah, cross em' up get this man a crucifix
Getting lego bricks, smoking dope, here's your quick fix
H-S J-C
Q-U-A-D E-N-T
Period, period (ahh)
[Outro]
Quad shit, e-n-t