Lirik Lagu We Got - Ludacris featuring Chingy, I-20 & Tity Bo
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Ludacris]DTP we got them guns that go...
[I-20]Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killaNiggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealerYou better tell ya man that with the gages I'm niceIll shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dikesBut I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggazI 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggazDTP we aint plying if you try to get our penA.K's get ta spraying like...Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt itBust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowdedFind our hole and fagots there, just for thinking its rapAnd tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gatsChaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agreeSo you should what you saying if it's intended for meSo be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walkingAnd that oozy get to talking like...
[Tity Boi]Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'emCan the an and fuck 'em, damn 'emPress him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him upBake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him upA-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or whatNow it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this worldI'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earlServing the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'emI'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...And I'm throwing text like a NBA refI got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQArtillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistolsI point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit yaAnd aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima clickAnyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil FateAnd I'm webbing choppers like heli-coptersYou gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go...
[Chingy]Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick20 over thurr, Tity over t
[I-20]Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killaNiggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealerYou better tell ya man that with the gages I'm niceIll shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dikesBut I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggazI 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggazDTP we aint plying if you try to get our penA.K's get ta spraying like...Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt itBust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowdedFind our hole and fagots there, just for thinking its rapAnd tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gatsChaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agreeSo you should what you saying if it's intended for meSo be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walkingAnd that oozy get to talking like...
[Tity Boi]Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'emCan the an and fuck 'em, damn 'emPress him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him upBake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him upA-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or whatNow it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this worldI'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earlServing the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'emI'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...And I'm throwing text like a NBA refI got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQArtillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistolsI point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit yaAnd aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima clickAnyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil FateAnd I'm webbing choppers like heli-coptersYou gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go...
[Chingy]Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick20 over thurr, Tity over t
