Lirik Lagu Give Them What They Ask For - Pitbull
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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.
Fuck that club (shit)They want that thug (shit)But I ain't no thug, bitchAnd I ain't no gangsta, bitchI'm a hustler, hoAnd I got no problemIf you want it you can get it, boy I bust you
Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? MeP-I to the motherfuckin' TIt's not my fault that your bitch chose me, now her and her girlfriend wanna do meThis is for those boys in those Chevys sittin' on them King James, them 2-3sAnd if you got a problem with me, holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue meI'm tired of the fuck-boy rap, fuck-boy this, fuck-boy thatWatch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme, those wanna be fiddlersI'm straight, you get shot 9 times10 years in the game, since 99, I was speakin' my mind (Yes sir)And then shit changed, if you got a problem, bitch cross that kinda line
[Chorus]I'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that street talkI'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that chopper talkI'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that dope talkI'ma give em what they ask for,That trap-boy jackboy shit
I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me fucked up (yeah, straight up)Better duck when them things buck, I ain't nigga boy, nigga what, nigga who, who the fuck is you?Talkin to me like you know meAin't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homieNah brah not me, and if you spit it better live it, better in fact, better show meI'ma make em say UHHH, not even Master P could crack like thisAnd you ain't never seen a chico in the gang this raw since pawn that could rap like this (TS)I hear them and they raps about the coke and the crack and the click to the clack, but to me it's chit chatBlam! Motherfucker take that, now!
[Chorus]
I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boysMakin digits off the coke when they whip itRide a stick, double clip itOne mississippi, two mississippi, three mississipi, cock back, click it, blam!Poppin what you think is last, what you wanna do is get found in a trunk in a lake and stankin'I took my money from the shoebox, now I bank itFoolish, ain't it?
[Chorus]
Fuck that club (shit)They want that thug (shit)But I ain't no thug, bitchAnd I ain't no gangsta, bitchI'm a hustler, hoAnd I got no problemIf you want it you can get it 'fo I bust you
Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? MeP-I to the motherfuckin' TIt's not my fault that your bitch chose me, now her and her girlfriend wanna do meThis is for those boys in those Chevys sittin' on them King James, them 2-3sAnd if you got a problem with me, holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue meI'm tired of the fuck-boy rap, fuck-boy this, fuck-boy thatWatch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme, those wanna be fiddlersI'm straight, you get shot 9 times10 years in the game, since 99, I was speakin' my mind (Yes sir)And then shit changed, if you got a problem, bitch cross that kinda line
[Chorus]I'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that street talkI'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that chopper talkI'ma give em what they ask forWhat they want, that dope talkI'ma give em what they ask for,That trap-boy jackboy shit
I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me fucked up (yeah, straight up)Better duck when them things buck, I ain't nigga boy, nigga what, nigga who, who the fuck is you?Talkin to me like you know meAin't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homieNah brah not me, and if you spit it better live it, better in fact, better show meI'ma make em say UHHH, not even Master P could crack like thisAnd you ain't never seen a chico in the gang this raw since pawn that could rap like this (TS)I hear them and they raps about the coke and the crack and the click to the clack, but to me it's chit chatBlam! Motherfucker take that, now!
[Chorus]
I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boysMakin digits off the coke when they whip itRide a stick, double clip itOne mississippi, two mississippi, three mississipi, cock back, click it, blam!Poppin what you think is last, what you wanna do is get found in a trunk in a lake and stankin'I took my money from the shoebox, now I bank itFoolish, ain't it?
[Chorus]
Fuck that club (shit)They want that thug (shit)But I ain't no thug, bitchAnd I ain't no gangsta, bitchI'm a hustler, hoAnd I got no problemIf you want it you can get it 'fo I bust you
