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]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
It's Wock, know what I'm saying?
[Chorus]
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I dropped out, got it all
Like CB, got these hoes wall to wall
.223 cleared out by my dawg
You niggas be cheap rocking middle of the mall
Vette on E, Gotit riding down the East
Tom Ford the name on the tee, on the tee
Riding with a fifty and a drum on the seat
Rocking Celine, baby, nothing 'bout me cheap
Clear out some visine
All cash got me shining
Took the dreams out of Cali'
Brought my blood out the belly
Dropping points like I'm Kyrie (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Knowing I can pitch it down, don't remind me (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Living stress free where [?]
[Chorus]
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term
[Verse 2]
Drop-top in a hotbox
Got the cops out, I can't stop (I'm ridin strikers)
Real shooters like rastas eating pasta, can't stop us
Her natural body, yeah, I like it on her
Want her ass and titties so I put it on her
Ride with blickies when I pull up on her
Beat it down then I skeet off on her
Took the city, everything coming
These niggas clowns like Ronald McDonald
Expensive vibes, expensive sounds only
Ran up the money, ain't never been a runner
Dressing shooters on the high end
Wrist been on froze but I'm timed in
March for the mob, I'm tied in
Play what you weigh, taking all M's
[Chorus]
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term