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,
No Clout Lyrics[Intro]
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
(Goddamn, Trgc!)
[Chorus]
My shoes dirty as hell, they Off-White
Dropped that twenty in Chanel, shit was too slight (Chanelly)
Bitch I pay my own bail, I can't get one night
I bought a Jeep and I crashed it (I crashed)
I shoulda woke up in hell (Shoulda woke up in hell-)
Pull up on that bitch and I smashed it (Smashed, smashed)
After I nutted, I left the hotel (Swerve, swerve, swerve, fuck that shit)
I never needed this rap shit, I do this get money shit, yeah, for real
I don't think about cracking a seal (seal)
Yeah, all my Perkiеs is real (They real)
I don't еven know if it's real (Fuck it)
Bitch, I ain't signing no deal (No deal)
I'm on these drugs, I don't know how to feel, I count up money for real
Bitch, I walk around with that blicky out
Bitch, I'm protecting them bills (Finessin')
I took the X, I be getting them chills (X)
I was thinking 'bout stopping these pills
[Verse]
I don't even need no clout, shooters lookin' for your mama house
Finna rob that lame nigga now
I'ma need like fifty thou'
Crib in the hills with the view of Ella
Fuckin' on yo sister (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Then I'm finna hit her friends up
I just left Bottega
My bitch don't need makeup (Fuck that shit, fuck that shit)
Link with her my kids ate up
Hermès on, this H face up
Heard this kid got some pressure
His new bed is a stretcher (stretch)
Got this beat from Trgc, and I killed it like Adolf
I swear all y'all capping, that's the reason I hate y'all
I don't need nobody wave, why the fuck would I pay y'all?
All these bitches gettin' slayed, they pull up to donate mouth (mouth, mouth)
Ain't no way that I would change, I get too much money now
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
[Chorus]
My shoes dirty as hell, they Off-White
Dropped that twenty in Chanel, shit was too slight (Chanelly)
Bitch I pay my own bail, can't get one night
I bought a Jeep and I crashed it (I crashed)
I shoulda woke up in hell (Shoulda woke up in hell-)
Pull up on that bitch and I smashed it (Smashed, smashed)
After I nutted, I left the hotel (Swerve, swerve, swerve, fuck that shit)
I never needed this rap shit, I do this get money shit, yeah, for real
I don't think about cracking a seal (seal)
Yeah, all my Perkies is real (They real)
I don't even know if it's real (Fuck it)
Bitch, I ain't signing no deal (No deal)
I'm on these drugs, I don't know how to feel, I count up money for real
Bitch, I walk around with that blicky out
Bitch, I'm protecting them bills (Finessin')
I took the X, I be getting them chills (X)
I was thinking 'bout stopping these pills
(Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)