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]
10Fifty, I love you
I'ma need all the students to turn around and shut the fuck up
We got a new student in the building (Slatt Gotit)
Come to the front and introduce yourself, Hood Baby
Uh
[Verse]
I like Gucci (Gucci, ooh)
Do 1K, I like coochie (Do one)
I don’t do the groupies (Nah)
All of my bitches need to move it (Move, let's go)
I'm like Tyler Perry, shoot a movie
Perkies in my body, yeah, my mind gon’ lose it
Came from Bonley Road, yeah, that star
VS's in my chain, didn't they teach you 'bout stars?
Butterfly doors open up on my car
Hatin' on Gotit, he ain't never had a job
Need too many racks just to punch in the call
Nigga try somethin', bet he get his ass pumped
Chanel shoes with Gucci high socks
Young nigga too hard, you can't fit in my size
Double sixes, water, I’m drippin’ across
Pull up in a foreign
This just me
In LA, smokin' on 33
Yeah I like Lou Will ’cause I'm a G
Got a brother named Raf, shout J-Eef
Yeah, I got a twin called StickBaby
Shootin' shit up 'bout Hood Baby
And I’m havin' racks, just ask your teacher
Ayy, step up here 'fore you fuck Jeff three
I had to let you know a lil' somethin' 'bout me
What you do, what I say
Then it's me and your bitch, man, I come on that plate, yeah
I'm 'bout bands, okay?
Ran this shit up so this drip ain't late (Let's go)
First day, on sight (First day)
I'ma hotbox the Wraith, had to take off on jakes
Excuse me, I'm good, miss cake
This the first and last time, ain't gon' do it again (Swear)