Lirik Lagu Iatola - South Park Mexican
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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.
[Verse 1]I'm meetin up with the governor3-2 and the Hillwood HustlaComin straight out the head thoughFrom the brain representin my ghettoIts a trip how they die youngIn the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'WoodWit my homie Iatola in the CloverPink soda mind of a noterLean on my shoulder slang coca20 g'z on my team VillanovaBlow marijuana in the saunaWhile my niggas move dope on the cornerV-12 motor vida locaNow your bitch trying to give me her panochaFat sweet roller in my trockaAnd my girl called the cops cuz I choked herCopa Cabana thankin SantaFor the keyboard that came wit the samplerTurn up the Clarion wit the stelly onShe wit me cuz I am the champion
[Verse 2]Its the same ol story thoughNigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoeIts the sign of the times manBy second thank God that I'm alive manPeace to my dead g'sFell short trying to stack up they benjisIn the midst and the fogBoys wanna squabAll on my dick like corn on the cobYou aint shit but a job for one of my killersHow many niggas must die by the triggaIm a sipper ima swerver first degree murderSmoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surferNo reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pagerI dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace youIn the gutter for the fuck of itGangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothershipAnd haters they can suck a dick
[Verse 3]So this what it came to yall the same crewOld friends Southeast niggas claim blueBut I dont gangbang I claim no colorShe lost her son what if that was your motherI sit back in my '92 blue 'LacAnd I support foundations like LULACI went to Alma in second ward offa ShermanThat was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee HermanSmokin with my teacher but not the preacherI remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers1986 wasnt making hitsI was chasing chicks having bad relationshipsNow I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitchesRomanian Italian some fucking bang deliciousI went from pain to rich and I remain maliciousShoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions
[Verse 2]Its the same ol story thoughNigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoeIts the sign of the times manBy second thank God that I'm alive manPeace to my dead g'sFell short trying to stack up they benjisIn the midst and the fogBoys wanna squabAll on my dick like corn on the cobYou aint shit but a job for one of my killersHow many niggas must die by the triggaIm a sipper ima swerver first degree murderSmoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surferNo reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pagerI dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace youIn the gutter for the fuck of itGangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothershipAnd haters they can suck a dick
[Verse 3]So this what it came to yall the same crewOld friends Southeast niggas claim blueBut I dont gangbang I claim no colorShe lost her son what if that was your motherI sit back in my '92 blue 'LacAnd I support foundations like LULACI went to Alma in second ward offa ShermanThat was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee HermanSmokin with my teacher but not the preacherI remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers1986 wasnt making hitsI was chasing chicks having bad relationshipsNow I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitchesRomanian Italian some fucking bang deliciousI went from pain to rich and I remain maliciousShoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions
