Lirik Lagu Lauder - JID
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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.
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Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kissPushing the same piece of shit until I get me a BentleySame niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphaniesMe and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathyRemember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energyMy brother was locked up for shooting at the enemyCaught one nigga then caught fifteenI ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteenNow I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big creamLittle guy with a big dream, I need guidance'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violenceSippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobodyNo team and no posse, you can catch it like ShockeyKing of all kings, praise Haile SelassieRastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
You ain't used to the hustle, broYeah, that shit how you liveWe on a trade for a tradeI do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it
So part of the reason I be so hard on my peopleWe never had it easy, never had a pot to pee inI be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseumAin't no parking, I gotta see J.I.DGotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to beI could be out of my mind, thinking logicallyNo apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnlyThat I would be the guy to make my black people proud of meRoses to the mothers of anybody that doubted meYo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the coversOverseen my areas, surveyed over my brothersYou touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of usThey still double-dribble, we going for triple-doublesTriple up on your investment fuckin' with usProbably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with usWait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?)
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'emTired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existenceI used to sleep in my car, never a park or a benchBut damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get itThem niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kidOne day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kidLet's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle PaulSo pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fallI knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at allI do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making callsYou couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideologyThis the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow meWatch how I maneuver, I influence the influencersThe flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motionSo I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindnessI'd rather kill 'em and their other significantsWriting lyrics in the city with pretty booties and tittiesDon't get the cooties, it ain't like the moviesIt kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving?Shit I'm pushing, empower the people life where I grew upSomeone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shitSick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sinsThe irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existenceRipple in time triple my eyes realistically sick in the mindSick in the head?Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addictedMy lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a—Okay, I told motherfuckers I—Bitch
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kissPushing the same piece of shit until I get me a BentleySame niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphaniesMe and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathyRemember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energyMy brother was locked up for shooting at the enemyCaught one nigga then caught fifteenI ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteenNow I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big creamLittle guy with a big dream, I need guidance'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violenceSippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobodyNo team and no posse, you can catch it like ShockeyKing of all kings, praise Haile SelassieRastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
You ain't used to the hustle, broYeah, that shit how you liveWe on a trade for a tradeI do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it
So part of the reason I be so hard on my peopleWe never had it easy, never had a pot to pee inI be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseumAin't no parking, I gotta see J.I.DGotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to beI could be out of my mind, thinking logicallyNo apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnlyThat I would be the guy to make my black people proud of meRoses to the mothers of anybody that doubted meYo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the coversOverseen my areas, surveyed over my brothersYou touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of usThey still double-dribble, we going for triple-doublesTriple up on your investment fuckin' with usProbably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with usWait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?)
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitchThe dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiffWatch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wristSouthern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'emTired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existenceI used to sleep in my car, never a park or a benchBut damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get itThem niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kidOne day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kidLet's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle PaulSo pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fallI knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at allI do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making callsYou couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideologyThis the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow meWatch how I maneuver, I influence the influencersThe flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motionSo I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindnessI'd rather kill 'em and their other significantsWriting lyrics in the city with pretty booties and tittiesDon't get the cooties, it ain't like the moviesIt kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving?Shit I'm pushing, empower the people life where I grew upSomeone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shitSick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sinsThe irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existenceRipple in time triple my eyes realistically sick in the mindSick in the head?Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addictedMy lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a—Okay, I told motherfuckers I—Bitch
