Lirik Lagu Dough - Key Glock
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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- 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
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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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.
(Band)YuhYuhYuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (Let the band play)
Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money, you know how I'm comin'Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin'Got this bad bitch wit a onion and she got her own moneyShe say money keep her comin', but I keep them commas comin'Yeah, yuh, another check againI be killin' shit, lord forgive me for my sinsYeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a BenzAnd my bitch is a Barbie, my name Key and not KenWhen I fired up my blunt, they like "Who fuck broke the wind?"Double up my cup, I sip lean, not ginI be high as fuck, it feel like my head spinnin'But no, I ain't spendin' no time wit these bitchesHell nah, give me head, keep your draws, yeah-yeahBig dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah-yeahBling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls, yeah-yeahStack it tall, money in the floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
I told her throw that ass back so I can bust it like a bubbleSouth Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah, you know you in troubleAin't nuthin but a P thang, babyYoung iced-out nigga going crazyPaper Route is the label that pays meUnplayable so please don't try to play meKnow what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the manBefore you talk raise up your hand, yuhI been runnin' it up, these niggas just been runnin' errands, uhHow you screamin' Crip and Blood and ain't been to the land? What?Hold up, dog pound, you's a mutt, you need to scram, yeahYou know how I get down, money talks, you hear me loudYeah I know you hear me loud, I be countin' like
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit, givin' niggas bubble gutsYeah, every whip in my crib, it go two-hundred plusExcept my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truckYeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb (Dummy)Dumber, thumbin' through the numbersRun up (Run it up, run it up), run up if you wannaChopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tunaYoung niggas wit me, they'll eat you like piranhaI wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuhLord knows I really got balls, shootin' like the navy, yuhBig loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors, uhThey like "Where you going Glock?"I'm going to get some paper, yeah
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
One to the two to the three and to the fourOne to the two to the three and to the fourOne to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, Glizzock
Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money, you know how I'm comin'Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin'Got this bad bitch wit a onion and she got her own moneyShe say money keep her comin', but I keep them commas comin'Yeah, yuh, another check againI be killin' shit, lord forgive me for my sinsYeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a BenzAnd my bitch is a Barbie, my name Key and not KenWhen I fired up my blunt, they like "Who fuck broke the wind?"Double up my cup, I sip lean, not ginI be high as fuck, it feel like my head spinnin'But no, I ain't spendin' no time wit these bitchesHell nah, give me head, keep your draws, yeah-yeahBig dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah-yeahBling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls, yeah-yeahStack it tall, money in the floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
I told her throw that ass back so I can bust it like a bubbleSouth Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah, you know you in troubleAin't nuthin but a P thang, babyYoung iced-out nigga going crazyPaper Route is the label that pays meUnplayable so please don't try to play meKnow what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the manBefore you talk raise up your hand, yuhI been runnin' it up, these niggas just been runnin' errands, uhHow you screamin' Crip and Blood and ain't been to the land? What?Hold up, dog pound, you's a mutt, you need to scram, yeahYou know how I get down, money talks, you hear me loudYeah I know you hear me loud, I be countin' like
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit, givin' niggas bubble gutsYeah, every whip in my crib, it go two-hundred plusExcept my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truckYeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb (Dummy)Dumber, thumbin' through the numbersRun up (Run it up, run it up), run up if you wannaChopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tunaYoung niggas wit me, they'll eat you like piranhaI wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuhLord knows I really got balls, shootin' like the navy, yuhBig loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors, uhThey like "Where you going Glock?"I'm going to get some paper, yeah
One to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughReady to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
One to the two to the three and to the fourOne to the two to the three and to the fourOne to the two to the three and to the fourBig Glock is all about his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' doughYeah, yeah, yeah, Glizzock
