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]
(Natra not your average)
Yeah, yeah
(At the dub, bitch, I'm hard)
Big Za
[Chorus]
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I— it make my neck hurt (Yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (Cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (Nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (Fish water)
[Verse]
Real trapper, I can sell a roach Raid, baby (Roach Raid, baby)
I can get you Christian Loubs if you behavе, baby (If you behave, baby)
Chrome Hеart with the red bottoms, he ain't no damn Christian (No)
Just give me the rock, I don't do no damn missing (Nigga)
I can do what I wanna do, I got plenty money
If the police get behind me, I'ma hit it on 'em (Yoom)
I'm the biggest, baby, it don't get no bigger than Big Za
You ain't locked in with the gang, boy, you can't get in my car
Movin' like the president, catch me in traffic, boy (Yoom)
You wanna pull out half a million, I can match it, boy (Facts)
I am not no sit-in-the-house nigga, I get active, boy (Facts)
I keep shittin' on these niggas, my bad, it's a habit, boy
[Chorus]
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I— it make my neck hurt (Yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (Cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (Nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (Fish water)