Musica de Allyn del Genero: R B Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de R B son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Allyn 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 R B, 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
[Intro]
(Man, I gotta lay off the peyote)
(Khaliel)
Let me see your— Let me see your wrist
Now look at my wrist
Now you know damn well you ain't gon' shine hard as me, girl
Nah, you fresh though, I ain't gon' lie
I see you with your Balenciagas on and—
I got both pair too
I told 'em, I was like
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
[Verse 1]
Patek on you and I got her one too, yeah, okay
I see Dior what you rockin' and she done bought me Jimmy Choo
Foreign coupe, smashin' in the lane, baby, yeah, yeah
Two for two, numbers in my head, I'm the trap kid
Bad bitch, bеnd her over, get your back bеnt
Maxin' off lean, relaxin', still I'm not bad built
She want me to take care of her through the whole year
Throne me, I get it on here, I don't belong here
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
[Verse 2]
Come and get on top
And don't stop, oh
This when I go deeper
Holly, Holly, can you love me, sweetie?
Hold on, hottie thottie
I'm so rich, change your perspective on everything
Seen my big bro rob the store, inside the Maybach look like lean
Creamy soda seats, with a bad Dominican the color cream
Fifty-somethin' shots in Cullinan, fifty M's, don't play with me
Least three cribs, I run elite, it's big YB, woah
Make lil' shorty touch her toes
Get her nails done, tell the tech put Chanel print
Tell Build A Bear I need my own skin
Rich-ass nigga, new Benz, yeah
Coachella wit' all her friends, yeah
Word to my new bitch, tell my ex, "No competition"
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me