Musica de Andrew Boyd 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 Andrew Boyd 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: Ray Vaughn]
Uuh
Vaughn, bitch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, first thing first (Wassup?), I'm fuckin' niggas’ baby mamas (Fuck)
It's cool when they do it, but when I do it, it's a problem (Okay)
Don't talk to me about a purpose, I'm just thinkin' swallow (Swallow)
Just put your hair up in a bun and hit the owa-owa
[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Excuse me, I'm from Los Angeles (Angeles)
Just fuck the homie bitch cause I'm scandalous (Scandalous)
Afterwards she puttin' chips on my sandwiches (Hey)
Get the fuck from round me with the camera shit (Mhm)
[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
She said wrong bitch I say you right cause I got two of 'em (Two of 'em)
Homie spilled the juice I said, "It's cool, I got a few of 'em" (I got two of 'em)
Every day I'm rich and every day I got a new cousin (Who is that)
Why you put a switch on the Glock and ain't gon shoot none (Ain't gonе shoot shit)
Bitch, now come on and try to get me (Gеt me)
Believe it nigga, Ripleys (Ripleys)
Try to run and you get Ricky'd (Ricky'd)
Red eyes, this shit is trippy (Trippy)
I still be on my tip-tip-tip-tip tippy (Tippy)
I hate it when a ho be like 'didn't you used to talk to my friend?' (Yes ma'am)
I did (I did)
But didn't I tell that ho in advance (Yes ma'am), I did (I did)
Put hunnid thousand on my neck, I did (I did)
Thirty pointers sittin in they set (Hey)
Big numbers, big stocks (Stock)
Big stepper, flip-flops (Flop)
Big crib, big spots (Spot)
Big bands, Slipknot (Yeah)
Big Vaughn, big watch (Watch)
I'm not makin' TikTok's
Making plans big plots
It's my season, binge watch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, first thing first (Wassup?), I'm fuckin' niggas’ baby mamas (Fuck)
It's cool when they do it, but when I do it, it's a problem (Okay)
Don't talk to me about a purpose, I'm just thinkin' swallow (Swallow)
Just put your hair up in a bun and hit the owa-owa
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, first thing first
I'm fuckin' niggas’ baby mamas raw (Raw)
Ayy, fuck a conversation, baby, I just want your jaws (Neck)
"Gulp gulp gulp", three thousand what I call her (Call her)
She don't forget the balls, bunny bitch a real baller (Real baller)
Fuck a baby daddy if you play you get a face shot (Brrt)
Freckles on his face, glizzy came with a red dot (Brrt, brrt)
One shot make them flip-flop like he hopscotch
Tuck the glizzy in my crotch nigga, don't you turn me up (Turn me up)
Big dick, energy I give to a big coochie
Big booty, big booby
Big stupid fine ass bitch
But I ain't fuckin with no big groupie
Big goofy, big spooky
Big pick me ass bitch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & NLE Choppa]
Ayy, first thing first (Yeah, nigga), I'm fuckin' niggas’ baby mamas (Raw)
It's cool when they do it, but when I do it, it's a problem (Okay)
Don't talk to me about a purpose, I'm just thinkin' swallow (Swallow)
Just put your hair up in a bun and hit the owa-owa
[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Excuse me, I'm from Los Angeles (Angeles)
Just fucked the homie bitch cause I'm scandalous (Scandalous)
Afterwards she puttin' chips on my sandwiches (Hey)
Get the fuck from round me with the camera shit (Mhm)