Lirik Lagu Grooveline Pt. 1 feat. Curren$y & Dom Kennedy - Schoolboy Q
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
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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- 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.
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like meYou need a gangsta baby, just tryna give it to yaA groovy nigga that's way too G
He might say cuz but he ain't fucking with cuzYea I'm Q, but you can call me QuincyIf you want or whatever baby, it's all loveFuck all that rapping, let me talk to youBook you a ticket so we can kick itMake an escape somewhere we'll be safeClose your purse, I got my Visa on mePick out whatever, it ain't shit but money, turn you to my honeyTake off my saboteur, wipe your nose for yaClimb a mountain in the snow for yaYou see these dummies always cut you loseBut so much that a G can do, hit the weed, have a drink or twoI pay attention, I can listen tooYou say he fucking who? Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hairGarnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheetsLet me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?From a lost child to a womanEye contact and soft kisses, strong grip, she want a gangsta, on crip
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like meJust tryna give it to yaA groovy nigga that's way too G
A 5'3 stallionDaddy was from Harlem, her momma was ItalianI don't see the challengeOf having two girls, you just gotta keep the balanceI told her light that candleI heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examplesYo ass is like a handleSee us on the front page, that'll be a scandalTake off this red shirt, then my flannelI need some head first, then I'mma fuck you in them sandalsHit the coochie like a dime sackAin't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?Close your eyes, go and try thatYou only live once and I know I got you soaking wetIs the liquor store open yetI need some moet to pour it on yo ass like a paintBack shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitationIn the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
Underground RoyalFlow over they heads, air ductUpper crust, toast breadTalk of the town, thinking you know everything 'boutA nigga cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shopGossip before your man came get yaYouTube clips can't show it allCome and get down if you really wan' get up, baby dollAin't nobody 'round to judge, go onGet if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitchShe ain't take offenseProceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smashGrub a little bit, pass out, post-game eventsToo high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercialWoke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some UrkelOG my strain, rarely do I blaze purpleSome of them growers be in a rush fucking the game upYou gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around usGo on roll up
He might say cuz but he ain't fucking with cuzYea I'm Q, but you can call me QuincyIf you want or whatever baby, it's all loveFuck all that rapping, let me talk to youBook you a ticket so we can kick itMake an escape somewhere we'll be safeClose your purse, I got my Visa on mePick out whatever, it ain't shit but money, turn you to my honeyTake off my saboteur, wipe your nose for yaClimb a mountain in the snow for yaYou see these dummies always cut you loseBut so much that a G can do, hit the weed, have a drink or twoI pay attention, I can listen tooYou say he fucking who? Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hairGarnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheetsLet me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?From a lost child to a womanEye contact and soft kisses, strong grip, she want a gangsta, on crip
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like meJust tryna give it to yaA groovy nigga that's way too G
A 5'3 stallionDaddy was from Harlem, her momma was ItalianI don't see the challengeOf having two girls, you just gotta keep the balanceI told her light that candleI heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examplesYo ass is like a handleSee us on the front page, that'll be a scandalTake off this red shirt, then my flannelI need some head first, then I'mma fuck you in them sandalsHit the coochie like a dime sackAin't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?Close your eyes, go and try thatYou only live once and I know I got you soaking wetIs the liquor store open yetI need some moet to pour it on yo ass like a paintBack shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitationIn the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
Underground RoyalFlow over they heads, air ductUpper crust, toast breadTalk of the town, thinking you know everything 'boutA nigga cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shopGossip before your man came get yaYouTube clips can't show it allCome and get down if you really wan' get up, baby dollAin't nobody 'round to judge, go onGet if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitchShe ain't take offenseProceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smashGrub a little bit, pass out, post-game eventsToo high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercialWoke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some UrkelOG my strain, rarely do I blaze purpleSome of them growers be in a rush fucking the game upYou gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around usGo on roll up
