Lirik Lagu Blow For Blow - Tee Grizzley
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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.
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Blow for blow, Cole flow just prestigiousSweats and tees, no unnecessary accessoriesThe GOAT just from featuresProceed with throat-cut proceduresHe look rich, but he broke, just egregiousDon't trust rappers, ho, trust in JesusWhole team approach Costa RicaAnd coast on boats, gettin' throat from top modelsThey pop shit, my clique pop bottlesI sip orange juice in the VIP watchin' the clock tickPerform a couple of hits and then I dipSix figures richer than when I enteredCole world, Mr. I Got A TemperI stay hot, doin' numbers like K-PopBTS in the flesh while they flopAnd I laugh all the way to the Deutsche bankStay the fuck out my lane, avoid the painI'm really him, Bruce Jenner, boy just ain'tI'm boisterous, loud boos for crews from mad voicesIt's like your team's makin' the choice to take L after L, I got to laughY'all look like James Todd Smith autographMaybe that's why your bitch dropped the mathGo against the squad and get chopped in half
Now, who hot? Who not? (Who?)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor (GG)
Okay, chain nastier than cow manureBust down my shooter, saw more wires than a bomb defuserTake a jet to the jungle, was healin' my soulI done seen my niggas froze, filled up with embalmin' fluidI still did numbers in this game (I did)Only thing change just the tail numbers on the plane (Jet)Retired drug dealer, bust chain, watch plainI don't do drugs, but, baby, I don't judge, do your thing (That's all you)I'm a king, you won't see me drop no tears (Uh-uh)Back to back white coupes, bitches lookin' like veneers (White)Came in this game thinkin' niggas was my peersShit damn near broke my heart, I didn't know they was that weird (Lame-ass niggas)Niggas give you they word, they be breakin' that so easily (Damn)You can't do that in streets 'cause eventually you seein' me (What's up?)That's why I be in the crib gamin' on DND'Cause you can't play with me and I now let you see the beast in me (Fuck)Cole say in Fayetteville they go, "Ayy-ayy-ayy" (What up?)Fact he fuck me with me like that, it make up for them rainy days (No cap)Can't be on the court, NBA coach'll take my game away (Which one)Catch you on that freeway, we reenact the Training Day (Grr)You hear me? Who ain't rockin' with me?Tell 'em to start from zero, then make it out of the D (Go do that)Remember bein' young, seein' pops rockin' up keys (Rich)Saw bodies on streets, now I'm tryna put bodies in seats, you hear me? (Let's go on tour)Hold up, who ain't rockin' with me? (Who?)Tell 'em to play with they life, fumble they college degree (Go do that)Tell 'em to face all that time and still be solid as me (Go do that)Do years in prison and drop a hit the day of release, you hear me? (Go do that, nigga)Ayy, unc, I got ahead of them niggasI should've listened, I turned back and tried to rescue them niggasSee, you start hatin' 'cause I got ahead of you, nigga (Bitch)I ain't trippin', that shit ain't gon' stop this cheddar, my nigga, you hear me? (G7)
Now, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floorNow, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Blow for blow, Cole flow just prestigiousSweats and tees, no unnecessary accessoriesThe GOAT just from featuresProceed with throat-cut proceduresHe look rich, but he broke, just egregiousDon't trust rappers, ho, trust in JesusWhole team approach Costa RicaAnd coast on boats, gettin' throat from top modelsThey pop shit, my clique pop bottlesI sip orange juice in the VIP watchin' the clock tickPerform a couple of hits and then I dipSix figures richer than when I enteredCole world, Mr. I Got A TemperI stay hot, doin' numbers like K-PopBTS in the flesh while they flopAnd I laugh all the way to the Deutsche bankStay the fuck out my lane, avoid the painI'm really him, Bruce Jenner, boy just ain'tI'm boisterous, loud boos for crews from mad voicesIt's like your team's makin' the choice to take L after L, I got to laughY'all look like James Todd Smith autographMaybe that's why your bitch dropped the mathGo against the squad and get chopped in half
Now, who hot? Who not? (Who?)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor (GG)
Okay, chain nastier than cow manureBust down my shooter, saw more wires than a bomb defuserTake a jet to the jungle, was healin' my soulI done seen my niggas froze, filled up with embalmin' fluidI still did numbers in this game (I did)Only thing change just the tail numbers on the plane (Jet)Retired drug dealer, bust chain, watch plainI don't do drugs, but, baby, I don't judge, do your thing (That's all you)I'm a king, you won't see me drop no tears (Uh-uh)Back to back white coupes, bitches lookin' like veneers (White)Came in this game thinkin' niggas was my peersShit damn near broke my heart, I didn't know they was that weird (Lame-ass niggas)Niggas give you they word, they be breakin' that so easily (Damn)You can't do that in streets 'cause eventually you seein' me (What's up?)That's why I be in the crib gamin' on DND'Cause you can't play with me and I now let you see the beast in me (Fuck)Cole say in Fayetteville they go, "Ayy-ayy-ayy" (What up?)Fact he fuck me with me like that, it make up for them rainy days (No cap)Can't be on the court, NBA coach'll take my game away (Which one)Catch you on that freeway, we reenact the Training Day (Grr)You hear me? Who ain't rockin' with me?Tell 'em to start from zero, then make it out of the D (Go do that)Remember bein' young, seein' pops rockin' up keys (Rich)Saw bodies on streets, now I'm tryna put bodies in seats, you hear me? (Let's go on tour)Hold up, who ain't rockin' with me? (Who?)Tell 'em to play with they life, fumble they college degree (Go do that)Tell 'em to face all that time and still be solid as me (Go do that)Do years in prison and drop a hit the day of release, you hear me? (Go do that, nigga)Ayy, unc, I got ahead of them niggasI should've listened, I turned back and tried to rescue them niggasSee, you start hatin' 'cause I got ahead of you, nigga (Bitch)I ain't trippin', that shit ain't gon' stop this cheddar, my nigga, you hear me? (G7)
Now, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floorNow, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)Tell me, who fly and who sell out the tours? (Me)Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors?Who go harder than them, and never let off before? (Me)Who got your whore pokin' her head out the door?Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores (Me)Life's a bitch, I'm rich 'til I divorce (Yeah)If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor
