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Lirik Bottega Bag - Key Glock
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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 Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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.
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks (Yeah)
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched (Yeah)
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back (Glizock)
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts (Yeah)
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts
I been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in Black
I fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq
Chiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snack
You know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Call me Mr. Stand On Wax, yeah, you know I handle business
Told this bitch play with your pussy, if not that, play with your children
Play with La Familia, shit'll get serious
When you get richer, niggas get weirder
Pink and yellow diamonds like tropical Skittles
These niggas Malcolm, all in the middle
Yeah, yeah, all in the way
These niggas soft, crème brûlée
I be hustlin', 25/8
Never gave a fuck what nobody gotta say
These niggas broke, this shit a disgrace
Aye, how is you broke? You should be ashamed
Real P-I-M-P, might get me a cane
I feel like a scarecrow, I want some brain
Right now, fuck around and fell asleep countin'
Cutthroat, can't let myself down
Tryna hang on this end, might drown
Get-back gang, turn smiles to frowns
I get money without a doubt
These niggas Lids, these niggas cap
All that fairytale shit he rap
I don't even know why he put that shit out
This ain't my bitch, but I'm all in her mouth
Obviously I'm Memphis, she lovin' my pimpin'
I just left the bank with a large amount
In the club with a snub nose, Scottie Pippen
I don't even bring my hoes to the house
I'll fuck them in the car, my nigga, I'm different
I told 'em keep it on d-low
You got a drop, then get in with me
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a Saks
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a Saks
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts
I been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in Black
I fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq
Chiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snack
You know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched (Yeah)
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back (Glizock)
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts (Yeah)
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts
I been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in Black
I fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq
Chiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snack
You know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Call me Mr. Stand On Wax, yeah, you know I handle business
Told this bitch play with your pussy, if not that, play with your children
Play with La Familia, shit'll get serious
When you get richer, niggas get weirder
Pink and yellow diamonds like tropical Skittles
These niggas Malcolm, all in the middle
Yeah, yeah, all in the way
These niggas soft, crème brûlée
I be hustlin', 25/8
Never gave a fuck what nobody gotta say
These niggas broke, this shit a disgrace
Aye, how is you broke? You should be ashamed
Real P-I-M-P, might get me a cane
I feel like a scarecrow, I want some brain
Right now, fuck around and fell asleep countin'
Cutthroat, can't let myself down
Tryna hang on this end, might drown
Get-back gang, turn smiles to frowns
I get money without a doubt
These niggas Lids, these niggas cap
All that fairytale shit he rap
I don't even know why he put that shit out
This ain't my bitch, but I'm all in her mouth
Obviously I'm Memphis, she lovin' my pimpin'
I just left the bank with a large amount
In the club with a snub nose, Scottie Pippen
I don't even bring my hoes to the house
I'll fuck them in the car, my nigga, I'm different
I told 'em keep it on d-low
You got a drop, then get in with me
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a Saks
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a Saks
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched
They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back
I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts
I been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in Black
I fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq
Chiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snack
You know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
