Lirik Lagu Potato Salad - A$AP ROCKY x Tyler, The Creator
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? ListenShout out Harlem, manShout out A$AP Rocky, manAWGE in the building, manWhat's good? Is that potato salad?Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myselfSo I keep a high waist and alligator the beltAnd got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing gamesBut got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controllerYou get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nosePause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoaSo cut the crap like shit barbersCause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben BallerExchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick waterI got back pains, neck heavy like whipped creamMy whip clean, and they all white, I whip creamAnd cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribsI got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreamsI'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beamMarried to the money, my bitch greenNo I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao MingY'all niggas weakThey thought I was goofy and all mousesDouble C my luggage and fill them with Comme blousesY'all cop kush, my nigga I cop housesAnd fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, niggaWhere we? Rocky, A$APGOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
Fuck clothes, I cop piecesCouple thots with me and them hoes is like divasGot my Vans on but they look like sneakersFlipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakersBass all in the speakersIn the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices comeI don't rock Chanel, I rock channelAnd no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneezeBut if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match youGot a bullet with your name on the barrelIf hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statueBad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchelGo to any nigga with money up in my bracketThen I think about the state of rappingAll the freshmens in the classesAll the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?I find it hard to find actual talentI find it hard to find an actual challengeI'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborateRap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus"Calldrops" on the album skits
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the GlockWeird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stopAnd based on my neck boyYou would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocksWho cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the topAnd I'm picking up guitar, strum niggaBum niggas wish they could make a garden shedBut they sleeping on me man like their arm is deadI'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, bornYou ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
K shiz, what up nigga!
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myselfSo I keep a high waist and alligator the beltAnd got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing gamesBut got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controllerYou get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nosePause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoaSo cut the crap like shit barbersCause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben BallerExchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick waterI got back pains, neck heavy like whipped creamMy whip clean, and they all white, I whip creamAnd cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribsI got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreamsI'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beamMarried to the money, my bitch greenNo I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao MingY'all niggas weakThey thought I was goofy and all mousesDouble C my luggage and fill them with Comme blousesY'all cop kush, my nigga I cop housesAnd fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, niggaWhere we? Rocky, A$APGOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
Fuck clothes, I cop piecesCouple thots with me and them hoes is like divasGot my Vans on but they look like sneakersFlipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakersBass all in the speakersIn the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices comeI don't rock Chanel, I rock channelAnd no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneezeBut if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match youGot a bullet with your name on the barrelIf hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statueBad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchelGo to any nigga with money up in my bracketThen I think about the state of rappingAll the freshmens in the classesAll the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?I find it hard to find actual talentI find it hard to find an actual challengeI'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborateRap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus"Calldrops" on the album skits
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the GlockWeird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stopAnd based on my neck boyYou would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocksWho cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the topAnd I'm picking up guitar, strum niggaBum niggas wish they could make a garden shedBut they sleeping on me man like their arm is deadI'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, bornYou ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
K shiz, what up nigga!
