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,
I DONT Lyrics[Intro: Yeat]
Bite green, show me love
(Dirty Sosa)
[Chorus: Yeat]
Bite green, dirty yellow show me love (Show me love)
Mix it with the Sprite, no, I'm telling you I love drugs (Yeah, I love the drugs)
But, bitch I'm off a bean, no, I don't fuck with your plug
I don't—I don't give no fucks, what the fuck you think it was? (I don't give no fucks)
[Verse: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Shawty playing games, bitch we not back up in high school (High school)
I been in the lane, in LA fucking models
I just pop them bottles
See-through, these Gucci goggles
My life used to be awful
Had to (?) in high school
Talking all up in my ear, baby girl, what you want now?
I can't even relax, cause all these bitches they want mе now
I don't gotta front now
I kill you so you haunt now
I rock Saint Laurent now, I fuck up on your aunt now
Cook like restaurant now, shе so sea sick
Give her dick, a little money, so I mean it
And she gon' slurp, my cup so dirty, I ain't clean it
And she gon' slurp, my cup so dirty, I ain't clean it (I ain't clean it)
[Chorus: Yeat]
Bite green, dirty yellow show me love (Show me love)
Mix it with the Sprite, no, I'm telling you I love drugs (Yeah, I love the drugs)
But, bitch I'm off a bean, no, I don't fuck with your plug
I don't—I don't give no fucks, what the fuck you think it was? (I don't give no fucks)
[Verse: Yeat]
Ah, ah, nah
I'mma go on a safari
That bitch ride me like a Harley (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
[?] Charlie
Gang moving into the party
I'm twenty band like I'm Carti, woah
We can't let no choppas in them Harleys
I am—I am a narcissist, don't fuck with me, you crazy bitch (Crazy bitch)
[Outro: Yeat]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, ah, yeah, grrrah