Lirik Lagu I just wanna love u - Jay-Z
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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.
Let's goHov!Uh huh, Hov'You, are, not, readyHov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler)I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)It aint where I been (It aint where I been)But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world!)Now I just wanna love you (just wanna love you)But be who I am (you know you love me)And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)You'll forget your manNow give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
(Verse 1)*When the Remi's in the systemAint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'emThat's what they be yellinI'm a pimp by blood, not relationY'all be chasin, I replace themHuh, drunk of Crist', mommy on ECan't keep her little model hands off meBoth in the club, high, singing off key*And I wish I never met her at all...*It gets better, ordered another roundIt's, about, to go, downGot six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'Four Belvederes, got weed everywhereWhat do you say, me, you and your Clovey glassesGo somewhere private where we can discuss fashionLike, Prada blouse, Gucci braFilth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMotha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriageLet's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbageYou wanna see how far I'ma goHow, much I'ma spend but you already knowZip, zero, stingy with dineroMight buy you Crist', but that about itMight light your wrist, but that about itFuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whipsMa, but you really gotta ride nice dickKnow how to work your hips and your head's pricelessProfess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you downGet you bling like the Neptune soundOkay, hot Hov', too hot to holdLadies love me long time like 2Pac soldOnly way to roll, Jigga and two ladiesI'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')I just want you to know (Hov')It aint where I beenBut where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')Now I just wanna love you (young Hova)But be who I am (know you love me)And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]Yeah, yeah, yeahSame song, I'm back, been around the worldRo-mancing girls that dance with girlsFrom, Club Cheetah, to Club AmnesiaThe Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblinsCan't deny me, why would you want toYou need me, why don't you try meBaby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...Give it to meUh, uh huh
I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler)I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)It aint where I been (It aint where I been)But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world!)Now I just wanna love you (just wanna love you)But be who I am (you know you love me)And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)You'll forget your manNow give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
(Verse 1)*When the Remi's in the systemAint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'emThat's what they be yellinI'm a pimp by blood, not relationY'all be chasin, I replace themHuh, drunk of Crist', mommy on ECan't keep her little model hands off meBoth in the club, high, singing off key*And I wish I never met her at all...*It gets better, ordered another roundIt's, about, to go, downGot six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'Four Belvederes, got weed everywhereWhat do you say, me, you and your Clovey glassesGo somewhere private where we can discuss fashionLike, Prada blouse, Gucci braFilth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMotha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriageLet's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbageYou wanna see how far I'ma goHow, much I'ma spend but you already knowZip, zero, stingy with dineroMight buy you Crist', but that about itMight light your wrist, but that about itFuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whipsMa, but you really gotta ride nice dickKnow how to work your hips and your head's pricelessProfess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you downGet you bling like the Neptune soundOkay, hot Hov', too hot to holdLadies love me long time like 2Pac soldOnly way to roll, Jigga and two ladiesI'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')I just want you to know (Hov')It aint where I beenBut where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')Now I just wanna love you (young Hova)But be who I am (know you love me)And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]Yeah, yeah, yeahSame song, I'm back, been around the worldRo-mancing girls that dance with girlsFrom, Club Cheetah, to Club AmnesiaThe Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblinsCan't deny me, why would you want toYou need me, why don't you try meBaby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meC'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffI said give it to meGimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuffBut don't bullshit meMama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...Give it to meUh, uh huh
