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]
Ooh, knock-knock-knock, ho, bitch, ho, yeah (Knock-knock-knock)
Bawskee shit, nigga, pipe the fuck up, bitch, bitch
Huh, uh-huh, ooh, ooh
[Verse]
Knock-knock-knock, let me in, I got Glocks and they twins
I got heat for the beef, so I'm not throwing hands
I fuck her and her friend, knock-knock-knock, I got bands
And I'm sipping Wock and I'm swallowin' the Xans
She ain't got no top and she 'bout to lose her pants
In my Gucci slippers and I'm 'bout to dive in
That bitch called me Mister 'cause she know that I'm the man
All this ice on my fingers make it hard to wash my hands
Knock-knock-knock, let me in, knock-knock-knock, let me in
Let me in, I got Glocks and they twins
I got heat for the beef, so I'm not throwing hands
I fuck her and her friend, knock-knock-knock, I got bands
And I'm sipping Wock and I'm swallowin' the Xans
I got Glocks and they twins
I got heat for the beef, so I'm not throwing hands
I fuck her and her friends, knock-knock-knock, I got bands
And I'm sipping Wock and I'm swallowin' the Xans
She ain't got no top and she about to lose her pants
In my Gucci slippers and I'm bout to dive in
That bitch called me Mister 'cause she know that I'm the man
All this ice on my fingers make it hard to wash my hands
Knock-knock-knock, let me in, knock-knock-knock, let me in
Let me in, I got Glocks and they twins
I got heat for the beef, so I'm not throwing hands
I fuck her and her friend, knock-knock-knock, I got bands
And I'm sipping Wock and I'm swallowin' the Xans