Lirik Gangsta In Designer (No Concept) - Schoolboy Q
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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.
Bad bitch long hair skin pretty curvy ass
Flat stomch double ds please be the berkin bag
Designer heels, her man's pants how you fit in that
Look at me ray bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Smooth watch pop the dirty tag
Okay I'm energized, say my tunes turn her on
This ain't enterprise but keep it boo lets bring it on
I'm hella high back to back I smoke alone
Unless my nigga soul around fuck it cuz lets blow a zone
Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan
Quit it with the textin cuz and go and make a song
My foreign ho bitch call me a maricon
Always rockin' shit I never seen or I never known
sergio tacchini shirt shirt slippers
YSL see the logo on my zipper broad
Servin me she goin down yeah I had to tip her
A-ten-hut
High power bitch let em know the players here
I said high power bitch gimme gangster of the year
This for my homes on fig and homies on the tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga
Black gat black whip no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap nigga muthafuck the cops
DEA and all the feds gon be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions
Now my weed habit always funded
And these college bros be fuckin do whatever have em flunkin
A-ten-hut
Bitch say she like my songs so I do her
She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler
Young ass entrepreneur in the 40/40 club trippin like I ain't from hoover
No bottles no tables I just wanna fuck you you you and you
Yeah they know whats up only one at a time baby slow it down
Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
Stickin to the script like muthafuckin glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou
A-ten-hut
Flat stomch double ds please be the berkin bag
Designer heels, her man's pants how you fit in that
Look at me ray bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Smooth watch pop the dirty tag
Okay I'm energized, say my tunes turn her on
This ain't enterprise but keep it boo lets bring it on
I'm hella high back to back I smoke alone
Unless my nigga soul around fuck it cuz lets blow a zone
Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan
Quit it with the textin cuz and go and make a song
My foreign ho bitch call me a maricon
Always rockin' shit I never seen or I never known
sergio tacchini shirt shirt slippers
YSL see the logo on my zipper broad
Servin me she goin down yeah I had to tip her
A-ten-hut
High power bitch let em know the players here
I said high power bitch gimme gangster of the year
This for my homes on fig and homies on the tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga
Black gat black whip no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap nigga muthafuck the cops
DEA and all the feds gon be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions
Now my weed habit always funded
And these college bros be fuckin do whatever have em flunkin
A-ten-hut
Bitch say she like my songs so I do her
She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler
Young ass entrepreneur in the 40/40 club trippin like I ain't from hoover
No bottles no tables I just wanna fuck you you you and you
Yeah they know whats up only one at a time baby slow it down
Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
Stickin to the script like muthafuckin glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou
A-ten-hut