Musica de G Herbo del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de G Herbo 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 Rap, 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
All That Lyrics[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I pop out a Rolls set, all baguette
I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, I think I'm all that (Swerv')
Hit my accountant, gave him six-hundred thousand, all checks
Got like six foreign whips, they all black, they all matte
Fuck her and don't call back
She get stressed, now she stressed, she get wet off a text
She get text just for sex, I don't bap, I don't flex (Phew)
Then I'm on to the next, I be gone off the neck (Huh)
Hit the phone when it's dead, turn the homе into black
Eliante, VVS, ain't no Chrome on my neck (You know that)
How hе livin' like that? He ain't got no platinum plaques
Swervo pulled up, all roses, me and foe'nem, back to back
We them niggas out the 'Raq, rap, but we don't gotta rap
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
All black whip to blick the MAC, it ain't nothin' to get you whacked
In the studio with MACs, so I might forget to rap
Where I'm from, like Vietnam, most my bitches from the 'Raq
We just good at postin' a gun, never made them bitches clap
Yeah, ain't really ate nothin' today, but some beans, boy
We ain't gon' tell you that you food, we just gon' eat, boy
Turn me up a little, boy, I can't hear them niggas
You play Malcolm Middle, then you droppin' the rental (Hmm)
I ain't no worried 'bout no fake-ass, lame-ass
Suckin' dick for a deal, gay-ass rapper nigga
Like a birthday cake, you get your face smashed, ASAP
Snipers always first to strike, 'cause I don't like to pay back
At race track, I'm sellin' gas, Charmin, I'm on niggas ass
Brand new 'Rari, bought it cash, totin' a carbon, I'm with a flash
I run from bitches, fall in love with me too fast
I don't run from smoke, this shit for sure, go ask the task
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(ATL Jacob)