Musica de Alamo Records del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alamo Records 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 Lyrics, 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
[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Bitch
Comethazine, bitch, and I'm piped the fuck up
[Chorus]
Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say
[Verse]
Showed her the d—, showed her the dick and that little bitch ate it
.556 to the face of who hatin'
Knock his jacket off, no masturbation (Oh, yeah)
Asked that boy what's the price of a facelift
I got him right and he ain't have to pay shit
Hit that man with a Russian AK
Clip knock out his noodles and sprinkle some Cajun
[Chorus]
Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say
[Outro]
Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say