Lirik Lagu Fuck You - The Lox
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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.
ShitFeel this
If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
[Jadakiss]Yo, everybody's a snakeThat's why I try to keep the grass cutSo I can see 'em when they comingThen I heat they ass upCuz' them niggas that you went to school withWill catch you while you in your new whipAnd turn your brains into Cool WhipNiggas that you running round getting ass withAin't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casketGot the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so muchAnd how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so muchWhile you was running round pumping for niggasI was listeningAnd you still pumping for niggasI'm coming through visitingYou heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow LexAnd hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checksAnd you liable to see me Dolo, icing the RoloBurner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homosFunny style niggas never down with meType that go to the bathroom, sit down and peeI'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kidsBullets going through your leather, cracking your ribsDon't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a callAnd I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the roadNow I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecsBigger bracelets with bigger begets,Fuck y'all[Styles]All I do is get high, and think of faving you allMotherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the LordI'd rather die today than live tomorrowThen watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ballPut in my work, you might get put in a churchFuneral time, everybody kissing the corpseLearn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me offCall me S.P., and I spit on your bossYou can die cause this shit might happen to meBut I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keysAnd the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the DShoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the cornerLet you know it's all real and you can front if you wannaI understand, fuck it dog, die in the canI say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand manAs well as your left, niggas trip, fell into deathThey touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you[Sheek Luchion]A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicideWhat you know about getting shot, letting the drip dryLetting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz byPutting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and HorgiSo soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushyShould be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussyFuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shitBe as deep as you inside the fucking cementOr you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gearI'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of thereWhole team rich, never seen a summer like thisBaking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and handWhen it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shitPlay in this shit make a angel with itAnd I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all shareBetween the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last yearWhen I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spotThe hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hotI want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my postFuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzyThen I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the blockYou got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck youTalk with a heart full of hatred, fuck youAnd you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck youOnly my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck youPull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck youAnd watch you die on the street, fuck youWhoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
[Jadakiss]Yo, everybody's a snakeThat's why I try to keep the grass cutSo I can see 'em when they comingThen I heat they ass upCuz' them niggas that you went to school withWill catch you while you in your new whipAnd turn your brains into Cool WhipNiggas that you running round getting ass withAin't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casketGot the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so muchAnd how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so muchWhile you was running round pumping for niggasI was listeningAnd you still pumping for niggasI'm coming through visitingYou heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow LexAnd hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checksAnd you liable to see me Dolo, icing the RoloBurner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homosFunny style niggas never down with meType that go to the bathroom, sit down and peeI'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kidsBullets going through your leather, cracking your ribsDon't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a callAnd I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the roadNow I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecsBigger bracelets with bigger begets,Fuck y'all[Styles]All I do is get high, and think of faving you allMotherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the LordI'd rather die today than live tomorrowThen watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ballPut in my work, you might get put in a churchFuneral time, everybody kissing the corpseLearn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me offCall me S.P., and I spit on your bossYou can die cause this shit might happen to meBut I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keysAnd the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the DShoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the cornerLet you know it's all real and you can front if you wannaI understand, fuck it dog, die in the canI say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand manAs well as your left, niggas trip, fell into deathThey touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you[Sheek Luchion]A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicideWhat you know about getting shot, letting the drip dryLetting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz byPutting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and HorgiSo soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushyShould be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussyFuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shitBe as deep as you inside the fucking cementOr you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gearI'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of thereWhole team rich, never seen a summer like thisBaking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and handWhen it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shitPlay in this shit make a angel with itAnd I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all shareBetween the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last yearWhen I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spotThe hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hotI want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my postFuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzyThen I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the blockYou got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck youTalk with a heart full of hatred, fuck youAnd you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck youOnly my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck youPull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck youAnd watch you die on the street, fuck youWhoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
