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,
Worth More Lyrics[Intro]
Huh, in L.A, I smoke the finest weed
I'm smokin' on this gas top of gas, you not as high as me (Uh-huh, huh)
Balenciaga bag I bought, yeah, just to brag
I been speaking, talking all my shit, yeah, I'm not looking back
(Ay, turn this shit up)
[Chorus]
Now I'm worth more (What?)
Sliding down the mountain, it's so icy like a snowboard
You can't be apart of my group, you square, yeah, we a circle
Jumpin' in my diamonds, yeah, I just learned how to snorkel
Whole lotta racks (A lot, uh), got a whole lotta racks (oh my god)
Watch me walkin', steppin' in my duffel bag (On my bag)
Now watch me spend it, flip it, and double it again (Do it, uh)
(Verse)
I take the F and the I outta Fendi, I end it
What would I do for a bust-down pendant?
Yeah, I'm too high in the sky, I don't know when I'm landin'
Boy, you too broke, you can't get a penny
I'm choppin' it up likе a chef do at Beni' (Uh)
Bitches bе all in the roof, feelin' heavenly
I got these rackies on rackity, rackity ready
They never thought I was hard, surprise, confetti
Nobody home, but they watch my back
Nobody call, but they want that bag (Nobody)
Yeah, I'm boutta ball, wit' the TEC' in the back
Feel like I'm boutta fall, Hi-Tek where it's at
Nah, this shit is shocking, it came wit' a zap (Uh, ah)
Nah, they ball like a shark in the tank wit' a fish (Yes)
Nah, they wanna take money 'cause I have it, I'm rich (Uh, uh) (Stebbz)
Now they wanna take my pocket, they wan' have that shit, yeah, wit' that bitch (Uh, uh)
Hannah Montana, her booty, she singing (Huh)
My dick get longer, yeah, just like a slinky
How could I prolong it, when I wasn't thinking?
My wrist like a lake and the muh'fucka linkin'
I'm wide awake, but I'm not even blinkin'
Came wit' the stick [?]
Everything that I hear is the same thing
I got drop, drop, drop, in my Ginger Ale
All I heard was pop, pop, pop, yeah, he gave him hell
Someone told him "Stop, stop, stop", yeah, my ship has sailed
You not a cop, cop, right? 'Cause this shit for sale
I know I don't talk, talk right, yeah, wish me well
Hoe, one milli' on my milli', yeah, shoot the deal
[Chorus]
Now I'm worth more (What?)
Sliding down the mountain, it's so icy like a snowboard
You can't be apart of my group, you square, yeah, we a circle
Jumpin' in my diamonds, yeah, I just learned how to snorkel
Whole lotta racks (A lot, uh), got a whole lotta racks (oh my god)
Watch me walkin', steppin' in my duffel bag (On my bag)
Now watch me spend it, flip it, and double it again (Do it, uh)
[Outro]
(Stebbz)