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]
Yeah, man
*coughing*
This that pack, nigga
Y'all niggas know where the fuck I’m at
Do I gotta say it?
Yeah, in this bitch with Wes, ooh
[Verse]
Ha
Boy you better stop that, huh
Pussy ahh nigga ain't like that, uh, huh
My gang gon' fight back, yeah so I told his ass don’t try that, ooh
Uh, I'm scopin it out, yeah
Catching these hoes like I'm [?], hey (okay)
Used to play baseball back in the day now I run from the cops like I stole me a base, uh
I got dreads, huh, and I ain't even paid for them shits, what?, yeah
She gave head, yeah, and I ain't even asked for that shit, ooh, huh
Pack in that perc, okay this gas gon' make you hurt (uh-huh)
She not a five, how she make that ass work, aye
Big band shit, lil' nigga, you a dork
I can't stress, but I can still flex (uh)
Packs come around just like my ex (ooh)
Yo ass lost so you better call [?]
I can’t beef ’cause a nigga got a check
Plug said yo, I said back, cop the pack, then I flip
In the fields, you will get hit
Pah, pah, pah
Extended clip
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew
Bitch I'm drippin’, you can check that tag
[?], I already had
You're goin' out sad (oh yes you will)
Huh, huh
TY, I be in my bag
You put a ring on a hoe, and I know yo ass is mad (stupid)
Hey Wes, hey Wes, hey Wes (what's up?)
Why these niggas so upset? (you know)
[?], I got them checks (I do)
We aim above the neck, wait (what)
Hold on, yeah (damn) please don’t make me go on (damn), aye
And when I step in the boof
Right hand on god, nigga, this the truth (on god), hey
We fuck but she can't stay long (okay), hey, yeah
Gotta leave right after this song (I do)
Yeah I like you don't get it wrong (nah-nah)
But I love you, oh hell no-no
Uh
What? (what?)
Jaah you so damn stupid, aye, nigga, what?
These bitches love me, shot 'em in the back like Cupid, uh (wooh)
[Outro]
Shot 'em in the back like Cupid (he dead)
They love me, they clueless, uh (pshh)
You check my phone last week, nigga
I was talkin' reckless, uh
Yeah I said I love her (I'm cappin'), yeah
But I ain't even mean it (I know), huh, huh
Jus' like [?], huh, told that bitch I ain't in it, ooh
This that gas too, bitch