Lirik Lagu No Good - Nappy Roots
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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.
[B Stille]Yooooo!I said Yooooo!For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...This for my country thug street yeagas!You know we gon'
[Hook]Smoke good, drink good, eat good, FleetwoodNickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep goodYo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' shouldFolk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1][Skinny Deville]My yeaga lookin like one of them daysI got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slaveAnd 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime payMoney spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-tonWindow tint, same ol' songLincoln on a sack, with the fifty-datBump my song, Get drunk, get it crunkCountry-fried, pack a bluntErything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bumpIn a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gaugeTurn the page, flip the scriptHit the script jump, shorty with the dumpIn the hatchback, ass fatNickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trapSat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass thatMashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed SouthWoodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it outBouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it outGet in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2][B Stille]We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flamesWho seperate the real from lamesYeaga B Stille's his name(Where you from?)The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and FaneLook how far Louisville's done came!Now break it down
I like my pockets fatAnd my weed greenAnd my liquor brownAnd my hens cleanWith they panties downAnd a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
Check, checkMy mic vocals, is like choke-holdsFetch the billfold that my cheese is inAnd purchase a nickel to help me breathe againI'm from a place where blood spills and stainsFilled with drug deals and gangsYeagas
[Hook]Smoke good, drink good, eat good, FleetwoodNickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep goodYo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' shouldFolk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1][Skinny Deville]My yeaga lookin like one of them daysI got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slaveAnd 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime payMoney spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-tonWindow tint, same ol' songLincoln on a sack, with the fifty-datBump my song, Get drunk, get it crunkCountry-fried, pack a bluntErything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bumpIn a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gaugeTurn the page, flip the scriptHit the script jump, shorty with the dumpIn the hatchback, ass fatNickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trapSat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass thatMashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed SouthWoodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it outBouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it outGet in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2][B Stille]We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flamesWho seperate the real from lamesYeaga B Stille's his name(Where you from?)The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and FaneLook how far Louisville's done came!Now break it down
I like my pockets fatAnd my weed greenAnd my liquor brownAnd my hens cleanWith they panties downAnd a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
Check, checkMy mic vocals, is like choke-holdsFetch the billfold that my cheese is inAnd purchase a nickel to help me breathe againI'm from a place where blood spills and stainsFilled with drug deals and gangsYeagas
