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]
Info the Producer
Ah, yeah
Info the Producer
Ah (Ayy)
[Verse]
When I pull up on your block, bitch, duck (Bitch, duck)
Head open, eyes get shut (Get shut)
Nigga mad 'cause his bitch gettin' fucked (So what?)
In my bag, I don't give two fucks (Two fucks, ayy)
If you think that bitch with you, then you stupid (You dumb)
Lovin' on that ho, boy, you Cupid (Ah)
I'm with a gang full of niggas, bitch, we troopin' (Bitch, we troopin')
And tell me why you got that gun and you ain't shoot it? (You ain't shoot it, ayy)
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we pull up just like Ubers (Just like Ubers)
I'm in the trap with the Glock eatin' noodles (Ramen noodles)
Hella hoes in the spot, gettin' tooted (Gettin' tooted)
I just hit another juug, I just bought my bitch a poodle (A Yorkie, ayy)
I'm an Eskimo, so icy like a cooler (Like a cooler)
I just got some VVSs on my Ruger (On my Ruger, yeah)
I ain't goin' back broke, hallelujah (Hallelujah, ayy)
And I don't need a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm a shooter (I'm a shooter, yeah)
Boy, you been a bitch since like way back (Way back)
You that same lil' nigga, got his chain snatched (Got his shit snatched, ayy)
Hit a lick on your block and I came back (And I came back)
And put that shit right in the trap, and it came back (Bitch, it came back, ayy)
Pussy nigga want a choice, nigga, say that (Say that)
Bitch, I got that Draco in my backpack (In my backpack)
I can't get to it, I'ma shoot right through the backpack (Through the backpack, ayy)
Gun go blatt-blatt, get your brain snatched (Blatt, yeah)
Lil Wopster ain't for none, I know you heard (You heard, ayy)
Pull up on your block and then we swerve (Skrrt)
Come to find out this ain't your block, bitch, it's the 'burbs (It's the 'burbs, ayy)
Home invasion shit, bodies droppin' like the purge (Pew-pew-pew-pew, ugh)
[Outro]
Bitch! (Ayy)
You from the 'burbs (Yeah)
You from the 'burbs
That nigga ain't hood, he from the 'burbs