Musica de 03 Greedo del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de 03 Greedo tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog LetrasFM, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Hip Hop, 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
Basehead
Creep, creep music
Whoa Kenny
You know what I'm sayin', Lil Deuce with me
Ready to shoot, ayy
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
And now I get my syrup in the cases
I whip the white girl but I'm not a racist
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
I swear I bought my first blower from a, ooh (twenty-five dollars), damn, ooh, ayy
From your mama, and she, ayy (fuck that throat)
From a basehead (I bet these niggas won't play)
F*** that bitch, always wasted
Bitch I get my syrup in the cases (a lot)
When you pull up and you dancin', don't waste it (in the parking lot)
I ain't playin', when you pull up better shake it (ayy, ayy)
Put that shit inside the liter then she taste it (make that shit shake)
She gon' treat it like some dining room basics (ayy, ayy)
All these cases, bitch you better not break it (bitch be careful, ooh, damn)
I had her suck it even though she had braces (bitch be careful, goddamn)
Ooh, ooh, now I hate the bitch, goddamn
Why you keep actin' so crazy? (why you wildin' and shit bitch?)
Kicked her out that bitch was lazy (bitch ass ho)
You been here for two hours, why you still ain't tried to pay me?
This bitch is crazy, I kicked her out
Now that bitch pullin' back up with her brother
She knew he a blood and she knew I was cousin
But bitch didn't know that that boy was my cousin
Stupid, damn
Y'all got different dads, we got different scams
I was in the trap, oh, damn
I don't know where you was at, I don't know that man, ooh
You don't be where I am, damn, damn (goddamn)
You a ni*** in the house, you a ni*** on the couch
You was playin' 2K, all you niggas too lame
Ayy, we ain't playin' games
I bought a blower, age of eight, ooh
Takin' aim, don't play no games, ayy
(Make it rain, Drummer Gang)
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
And now I get my syrup in the cases
I whip the white girl but I'm not a racist
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
I swear I bought my first blower from a, ooh (twenty-five dollars), damn, ooh, ayy
From your mama, and she, ayy (fuck that throat)
From a basehead (I bet these niggas won't play)
F*** that bitch, always wasted