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,
Done wit Lyrics[Chorus]
Bitch you done bitch? (Exotik got that gas) All this shit is done wit' (Uh)
Yeah (Phew), don't hit my phone (Phew)
Racks in 24/7, 7-Eleven (Let's go)
I was dreamin' and my racks was talking to me but now I can't (Brrt) talk to no broke bitch, get your money up (Money up)
Yeah, I be high, I don't ever reply to texts, yeah, you text me
When I wake up, boot up off this ecstasy-y (Woo)
Peeled off in that Z06 and took that bitch to Chrome Hearts (Skrrt)
I be taking this X every day, because I got a cold heart (Yeah)
[Verse]
I boot up (Phew), yeah, wake up, yeah, get to these racks
All them diamonds fake, whole lot of glass (Yeah)
Said these diamonds Michael Phelps they swim a whole lot of laps (Yeah whole lotta laps)
Watch these diamonds dance on me, Prada pants on me (On me)
I don't even like this shit (No), I don't even like this bitch (Bitch)
I don't even like my scent, that's it
Half of y'all livin with your mama, still don't have no residency (Why?)
Yeah, told 'em I was broke last year, now I got plenty (Racks)
Yeah, call my ex JC, 'cause she wear Penneys (Broke as hell)
I can't find a JT (Nah), there's not many (Phew)
Yeah, deuce of Wock', don't drink no Henny (Wock')
Feel like my heart stoppin', how many times that happened? Many (Phew)
But I already told you
[Chorus]
This shit is done wit' (Uh), yeah (Phew), don't hit my phone (Phew)
Racks in 24/7, 7-Eleven (Let's go)
I was dreamin' and my racks was talking to me but now I can't (Brrt) talk to no broke bitch, get your money up (Money up)
Yeah, I be high, I don't ever reply to texts, yeah, you text me
When I wake up, boot up off this ecstasy-y (Woo)
Peeled off in that Z06 and took that bitch to Chrome Hearts (Skrrt)
I be taking this X every day, because I got a cold heart (Yeah)