Musica de Yeat 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 Yeat 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 técnica vocal,
banKroLL Lyrics[Intro]
(Rio)
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
[Chorus: Yeat]
Brand new coupe, just sitting outside
If I don't got diamonds in my head, I'm blind
Brand new shawty gon' pull up on me, lick dick all night, yeah, she gon' ride
You don't be havin' no racks, you just be fried (You just be fried)
Every chance I had to take, at least I tried (Yeah, atleast I—, yeah)
My diamonds so damn wet, they be a faucet, them bitches be cryin' (Cryin')
I said I quit the drugs, but I did them again, it's the millionth time (Yeah, opiates)
[Post-Chorus: Yeat & Yung Gwopp]
Yeah, I just took the Jeep outside (Skrrt), had to take the back road (Yeah)
I bе shippin' Za' inside the mail, it's not no 'Bach, though (Yeah)
If you listеn to what I'm saying (Yeah, woah), then you get yourself a bankroll (Bankroll)
Got mills on top of these mills and that shit stay with, hoe (Yeah, let's go)
[Verse: Yung Gwopp]
Top it, top it, yeah, fuck
I get paid in bags, huh
I'm whipping them racks out, she sucking my dick, holy fuck, I'm 'boutta crash, yeah (Yeah)
I pulled up in a Bentley truck, yeah
She wants some love, but I can't cut
She wants some love, but it's just lust
Baby, just look at, you can't touch (Huh-uh)
Ha, yeah, ha, yeah
Baby, just open your eyes (Eye)
I got the money, the clout, the fame, you gonna need a disguise (Scar)
Bitch, I'm not ready to die (Die)
I need a billion tonight (Yeah, yeah)
Apple, cream, custard, tart
I need a piece of the pie
I need, I need, I need, I need
Bankroll, Jeep, Benz (Aye-aye-aye-aye)
I need, I need, I need, I need
Bankroll, let's go, let's go (Aye-aye, aah)
[Chorus: Yeat]
Brand new coupe, just sitting outside
If I don't got diamonds in my head, I'm blind
Brand new shawty gon' pull up on me, lick dick all night, is she gon' ride it?
You don't be havin' no racks, you just be fried (You just be fried)
Every chance I had to take, at least I tried (Yeah, atleast I—, yeah)
My diamonds so damn wet, they be a faucet, them bitches be cryin' (Cryin')
I said I quit the drugs, but I did them again, it's the millionth time (Yeah, opiates)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I just took the Jeep outside (Skrrt), had to take the back road (Yeah)
I be shippin' Za' inside the mail, it's not no 'Bach, though (Yeah)
If you listen to what I'm saying (Yeah, woah), then you get yourself a bankroll (Mmm, bankroll)
Got mills on top of these mills and that shit stay with, hoe (Hoe, yeah, yeah)