Musica de Fridayy 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 Fridayy 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
[Verse: Cash Cobain]
I'm up in the club, I just met a baddie
She only twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She only twenty-one, she know that I'm comin with static
So she wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Just make sure this what you want, movin' slizzy automatic
Top one slizzy, one-of-one
Top one slizzy, one-of-one
Get to the crib, make you cum
Pussy taste good, call you my honeybun, tss
I know your nigga was a bum
Fuck on the slizzy, have some fun
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one, tss
I met a baddie, she only twenty-one, tss
How you so nasty, you twenty-one? tss
How you so flashy you only twenty-one? tss
Caught checks with the fattie, only twenty-one, tss
I wanna beat on that pussy 'til the sun come up
I'ma nut on that pussy, yeah, I'ma give you a son, woah, what?
Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut
Had liquor in my cup, yeah Henny in my cup
And shrooms in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
Know she spent some bands on her fit
Now I told you that she really only twenty-one
She advanced with the shit
And I got a chance with the bitch
Make her twerk, make her dance on the dick
Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch
Like, damn
[Chorus: Fridayy]
Callin', callin' for you
Callin' for you, callin' for you
Callin' for you
Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me
Needin' you to hold me
'Til the inevitable
It was on my mind, felt it on me