Lirik Lagu Xposed - Ken Carson
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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.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the showThree for these mad ass, sad ass hoesShe wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a trollAll my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposedToo much money on his headHe can't do shit cause he broke
When I woah you can tell I ain'tWhen I talk he getting chose yeahI get itBitch saw money now she so heavyI switched her whole statusI changed her lifeI been fighting my best shit happening thing I think about twiceThat shit don't bother me niggas been stealing swag all my lifeThese hoes don't bother meI can't be botheredI'm the blackFeel likeI'm on the x-filesMy bitch x'd upCan't wait to be putting him downHe think he next upDoing this shit that you rap aboutThat boy a wrestlerI'm charged upI can pop the teslaMy nigga get your bars upShe just popped a XanThese niggas ain't fucking with meLet's go band for bandYou ain't flexing on me bitch you flexing on your fanThat mil you made in a year I made in one day go ask my mansFuck you talkin' 'bout?This shit loadedEvery time I hit that concert, it's like karaokeKeep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like LokiHardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going ShakespeareI'm a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes hereI have bread, I'm makin' bread, shawtyBread, bread, shawtyBread, bread, shawtyGet your bread, bread, bread hoeFucking on your hoeOh I got her legs upFucking on your hoeYou ain't no way keep your head upFucking on another nigga hoe because she fed upI ran out of but the police fed upHe say I'm an opp why the fuck he ain't saying nothingBaby girl call me back I'm about to get my dreads in a retwistI trap shit like Three 6, we the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafiaPop shit but ain't nothing popping upYeah these niggas don't popCan't tell you if I sell my soul or notI forgotEverybody tough and gangster until they got shot
One for the moneyTwo for these thotsThree for these drugsI'm having a lotIf a niggaI'm a hop on my G5I'm fried I'm not tiredI would've died if I liedPut racks on, put racks on thatBag on that, Pateks on thatCamouflage huh, gang shitHow you more what you going to do when you get paidI've been rocking, I've been rapping, I've been ragingShe said she miss me yeah I miss stageAin't no competition all these niggas in the wayAin't no competition huh I know I'm okAin't pressed bout none of these niggasAin't stressed bout none of these bitchesI've been counting up too much shit
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the showThree for these mad ass, sad ass hoesShe wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a trollAll my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposedToo much money on his headHe can't do shit cause he broke
One for the money, two for the showThree for these mad ass, sad ass hoesShe wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a trollAll my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposedToo much money on his headHe can't do shit cause he broke
When I woah you can tell I ain'tWhen I talk he getting chose yeahI get itBitch saw money now she so heavyI switched her whole statusI changed her lifeI been fighting my best shit happening thing I think about twiceThat shit don't bother me niggas been stealing swag all my lifeThese hoes don't bother meI can't be botheredI'm the blackFeel likeI'm on the x-filesMy bitch x'd upCan't wait to be putting him downHe think he next upDoing this shit that you rap aboutThat boy a wrestlerI'm charged upI can pop the teslaMy nigga get your bars upShe just popped a XanThese niggas ain't fucking with meLet's go band for bandYou ain't flexing on me bitch you flexing on your fanThat mil you made in a year I made in one day go ask my mansFuck you talkin' 'bout?This shit loadedEvery time I hit that concert, it's like karaokeKeep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like LokiHardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going ShakespeareI'm a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes hereI have bread, I'm makin' bread, shawtyBread, bread, shawtyBread, bread, shawtyGet your bread, bread, bread hoeFucking on your hoeOh I got her legs upFucking on your hoeYou ain't no way keep your head upFucking on another nigga hoe because she fed upI ran out of but the police fed upHe say I'm an opp why the fuck he ain't saying nothingBaby girl call me back I'm about to get my dreads in a retwistI trap shit like Three 6, we the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafiaPop shit but ain't nothing popping upYeah these niggas don't popCan't tell you if I sell my soul or notI forgotEverybody tough and gangster until they got shot
One for the moneyTwo for these thotsThree for these drugsI'm having a lotIf a niggaI'm a hop on my G5I'm fried I'm not tiredI would've died if I liedPut racks on, put racks on thatBag on that, Pateks on thatCamouflage huh, gang shitHow you more what you going to do when you get paidI've been rocking, I've been rapping, I've been ragingShe said she miss me yeah I miss stageAin't no competition all these niggas in the wayAin't no competition huh I know I'm okAin't pressed bout none of these niggasAin't stressed bout none of these bitchesI've been counting up too much shit
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the showThree for these mad ass, sad ass hoesShe wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 444Fives in this bitch, you know we reppin' that double 0He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a trollAll my opps are hoes all my opps getting exposedToo much money on his headHe can't do shit cause he broke
