Lirik Lagu E.B.I.T.D.A. - Clipse & Pharrell Williams
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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.
I mean the ears like vitamin CI mean yellow like bright as a beeI mean the sun like bright as can beF80 knot you, tie it to meJust to get from A to B and ain't drive it to seeThe Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades offGod bless TakeoffI said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes offAnd it ain't electric so it's way off
Send it backSending for the Gordo pies?Picked up the Turo and driveStraight up the 405The way that the boarders designedI'm feeling like the lord of the skiesArms like 2:45Hit 'em, make sure that he diesThat text, won't never replyThe Feds came and collected my guysThe rain pours and I'm hearing it cries
Went from heaters up to fevers upBitches in the back, the seat is upNow I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.AIf you let the money talk, who speaking upI'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enoughMy third passport, I ain't seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enoughThe scale don't lie, you ain't even us(Yeah)
Shorty want me hit her like an archerBut I'm not desperate, so I starve herHow we fit 30 studs in the collarOpen the sunroof, wave to my fatherRemembering the shipments at the Portsmouth HarborSomething for the face-numbers and the noddersGrew up playing real life Contra"Never give up," that's the mantraLifting all this weight, now I live behind the gateShould DJ the way they digging through the cratesYou niggas busting bricks on a plateI need more space to make pasteThe wrap houses running out of tapeThe drug money busting out the safesScammers running in and out of ChaseBottle service running out of Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers upBitches in the back, the seat is upNow I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.AIf you let the money talk, who speaking upI'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enoughMy third passport, I ain't seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enoughThe scale don't lie, you ain't even us
Send it backSending for the Gordo pies?Picked up the Turo and driveStraight up the 405The way that the boarders designedI'm feeling like the lord of the skiesArms like 2:45Hit 'em, make sure that he diesThat text, won't never replyThe Feds came and collected my guysThe rain pours and I'm hearing it cries
Went from heaters up to fevers upBitches in the back, the seat is upNow I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.AIf you let the money talk, who speaking upI'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enoughMy third passport, I ain't seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enoughThe scale don't lie, you ain't even us(Yeah)
Shorty want me hit her like an archerBut I'm not desperate, so I starve herHow we fit 30 studs in the collarOpen the sunroof, wave to my fatherRemembering the shipments at the Portsmouth HarborSomething for the face-numbers and the noddersGrew up playing real life Contra"Never give up," that's the mantraLifting all this weight, now I live behind the gateShould DJ the way they digging through the cratesYou niggas busting bricks on a plateI need more space to make pasteThe wrap houses running out of tapeThe drug money busting out the safesScammers running in and out of ChaseBottle service running out of Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers upBitches in the back, the seat is upNow I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.AIf you let the money talk, who speaking upI'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enoughMy third passport, I ain't seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enoughThe scale don't lie, you ain't even us
