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,
Matching Pateks Lyrics[Intro: Summrs]
(Cody, pass me the strap)
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Huh, huh, woah, woah, woah
Huh, woah
[Chorus: Summrs & Yeat]
We got stars up in the roof (We got stars)
Yeah, you bad, but yo' friend bad too (She so bad)
We took pictures, we bought matchin' Pateks too (Matchin' Pateks)
I want Rollie, I want Rollie, on my hand (On my hand)
No, lil' bitch, back up, no, you don't understand (They don't understand)
And I pop the percocet, don't pop no Xan' (Don't pop no Xan')
Yeah, yeah, so many hunnids in my pocket, it don't make sense (It don't make sense)
[Bridge: Summrs]
I'm a type of nigga to fuck you on a jet (On a jet)
Let's get rich as fuck, baby, I'll buy you some baguettes (Buy you some baguettes)
Let's get for real, you know I'm richer than your ex
[Verse: Yeat & Summrs]
So much money now, so much bread (Yeah)
Yeah, she told her, she got Patek (Patek)
And this wrist on floodless (Flood), yeah, it's on automatic (Automatic)
No, don't care if they judgin' (Judge), to me, that's tragic (Tragic)
She went like, "Ooh, zaddy, pull up on yo' addy" (Hol' up)
Threw out some Fendi (Okay), no I don't want no candy (No)
Ate her back to the back of the Benz (Yeah), yeah, and she was like, "Ooh," yeah (Yeah)
Too much water all on my body (Yeah), felt like a scuba (Yeah)
And, I got good brain from a lil' bitch (Yeah), like she was my tutor (She was my tutor, yeah)
[Chorus: Summrs & Yeat]
We got stars up in the roof (We got stars)
Yeah, you bad, but yo' friend bad too (She so bad)
We took pictures, we bought matchin' Pateks too (Matchin' Pateks)
I want Rollie, I want Rollie, on my hand (Hand)
No, lil' bitch, back up, no, you don't understand (Oh-ho)
And I pop the percocet, don't pop no Xan' (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, so many hunnids in my pocket (Woah), it don't make sense (Woah-ho)
[Outro: Summrs]
(Woah) Yeah
We in the Benz, baby, yeah (Woah)
I like ya friend, baby, yeah (Woah)
Like ya friend, baby (Woah)
Ya friend, baby, yeah (Woah)
If I told you how much (Woah), I'd probably be wastin' your time (Woah)
If I told you how much (Woah), I'd probably be wastin' your time (Woah)
I take drugs, baby, to get shit off my mind (Off my mind)
I take drugs, baby, to get shit off my mind (Oh)