Musica de Don Toliver 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 Don Toliver 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
Yeah, yeah
Ramy on the beat
Two lil' shorty on bacardi
Gettin' naughty, fuck, let's party (let's go)
Ride that harley, feel exotic
Smoke that gas, puff then pass (oh)
Is that your ho? I beg your pardon
If it's not, I'm shootin' my shot (go)
I'm going for the win like james harden
And my diamonds stay solid (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Shawty sloppy, lipstick poppin'
I get head all in the lobby (let's go)
Fuck these niggas, they can't stop me
She hop in and pop a molly (oh)
Did the dash, bound to crash
I call that shit perfect timin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Catch a vibe, grab a dime
Now my life is so exciting (so exciting)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah)
I pulled up with the top down (skrrt, skrrt)
Touchdown, I'ma need that ass now (uh)
I'm lil boosie with the wipe down (uh)
Funny how these hoes really nice now (yeah)
Wanna suck, wanna fuck in the nighttime (get it)
Lookin' at my watch when the light shine (yeah)
Fuck niggas hate on my grind (brr)
I'ma keep thuggin' on one time (brr)
I was on the run in the summertime
Had to break free from lockdown
Bitch, I'm stuck, I don't wanna leave
You gotta believe in me
Stacks of cash is all I see (cash)
I got the club I don't need id (hell no)
I'ma turn up, yes indeed (yeah)
I got the white on me
Funny how you look so lonely
I'ma come home, you can count on me, yeah
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
Okay, okay, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright