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
"Geronimo" lyrics Don Toliver Lyrics "Geronimo"
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tell me what's the price to pay the motherfuckin' preacher
I was watching from a distance sitting on the bleachers
All them boys who hate me, now it's really non-believers
From servin' white and molly caps to on stage with Mr. Bieber
Spin, and spin the black, I do the three-sixty call her feeder
Go ahead and kiss her shawty, know that she's a eater
Okay, He like to treat you, baby, I can be your teacher
Babe, I been loopin', sippin' drink, yeah, down to feed her
Oh, oh, don't nobody get high no more
Off codeine on Holly Road, this shit colossal, Geronimo
Oh, Nigga my eenie miney mo (Need more, oh, oh, oh)
L, for the love of the game
O, for the zeroes in the bank
V, I got the 'Vert, about to skeet
E, I love the way that you pleasin' me
L, for the love of the game
O, for the zeroes in the bank
V, I got the 'Vert, about to skeet
E, I love the way that you pleasin' me
Tell me what's the price to pay the motherfuckin' preacher
I was watching from a distance sitting on the bleachers
All them boys who hate me, now it's really non-believers
From servin' white and molly caps to on stage with Mr. Bieber
Spin, and spin the black, I do the three-sixty call her feeder
Go ahead and kiss her shawty, know that she's a eater
Okay, He like to treat you, baby, I can be your teacher
Babe, I been loopin', sippin' drink, yeah, down to feed her
Oh, oh, don't nobody get high no more
Off codeine on Holly Road, this shit colossal, Geronimo