Lirik Lagu Some Fuckin' How - Violent J
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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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I’m like a hand grenade about to pop in secondsMy therapy wicked shit on these recordsAnd I’m trying to shine when I spit this rhymePunch you in the gut so hard I break your spineRight there,I just visionaried that shitSo deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked itWhat the fuck is stopping me from makingthat really happen?It did happen right here in my rappingYou know how many bitches I fucked off this?I’m talking fine ass hoesAnd look at me, I ain’t shitAnd yet super ass hotties be blowing my shit upAnd half the time I don’t even show upWe roll with the hatchet like nuns role with churchAnd to us, the hatchet means more then some merchWe travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 timesSpitting wicked shit rhymesSome fucking how...
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
I hate peopleI get into fights everydayIt seems like everybody feel like they got something to sayTo a clownHaters aside I still ride plushIf I ain’t riding spinnersI’m in an 8th street tour busPacked clubs, England, Aussie everywhereAnd we ain’t ever really flied over thereI don’t fucking knowIt just happened like thatAnd plus the phat fact that we can rap bitchI roll deep, even if I go for chip dipAnd ain’t a bitch I meet that don’t sip dickThink about it clown paint, rap songs, hard workWho the fuck ever made anybody an expert?If we can do it, shitFuck that we did itSo what the fuck is your idea bitch?Come with itOur shit paid off and we never get laid offAnd we never get played so we never fade offSome fucking how....
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
I got some woods by my houseAnd they all mineI’m about to put a gate up around themAnd let loose a lionCause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mineAnd they be licking my toesWhen I be writing these rhymesAnd I’m a fucking mind itBitches sometimes damnI just can’t believe it when I be fucking themThey look good enough to be up in a magazine or somethingWith my scrubby ass humping themBack in the day you bitches never woulda even look my wayNot even if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowdLetting every mothafucking body know that they proudHow the fuck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?Half the fucking time I just front and stay breathlessAnd fuck man somehow we get paid for this shitI bought my momma a crib and told her to quitSome fucking how...
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
It's been realSome fucking howOn the real thoughSome fucking how...
I’m like a hand grenade about to pop in secondsMy therapy wicked shit on these recordsAnd I’m trying to shine when I spit this rhymePunch you in the gut so hard I break your spineRight there,I just visionaried that shitSo deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked itWhat the fuck is stopping me from makingthat really happen?It did happen right here in my rappingYou know how many bitches I fucked off this?I’m talking fine ass hoesAnd look at me, I ain’t shitAnd yet super ass hotties be blowing my shit upAnd half the time I don’t even show upWe roll with the hatchet like nuns role with churchAnd to us, the hatchet means more then some merchWe travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 timesSpitting wicked shit rhymesSome fucking how...
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
I hate peopleI get into fights everydayIt seems like everybody feel like they got something to sayTo a clownHaters aside I still ride plushIf I ain’t riding spinnersI’m in an 8th street tour busPacked clubs, England, Aussie everywhereAnd we ain’t ever really flied over thereI don’t fucking knowIt just happened like thatAnd plus the phat fact that we can rap bitchI roll deep, even if I go for chip dipAnd ain’t a bitch I meet that don’t sip dickThink about it clown paint, rap songs, hard workWho the fuck ever made anybody an expert?If we can do it, shitFuck that we did itSo what the fuck is your idea bitch?Come with itOur shit paid off and we never get laid offAnd we never get played so we never fade offSome fucking how....
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
I got some woods by my houseAnd they all mineI’m about to put a gate up around themAnd let loose a lionCause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mineAnd they be licking my toesWhen I be writing these rhymesAnd I’m a fucking mind itBitches sometimes damnI just can’t believe it when I be fucking themThey look good enough to be up in a magazine or somethingWith my scrubby ass humping themBack in the day you bitches never woulda even look my wayNot even if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowdLetting every mothafucking body know that they proudHow the fuck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?Half the fucking time I just front and stay breathlessAnd fuck man somehow we get paid for this shitI bought my momma a crib and told her to quitSome fucking how...
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
We’re spitting(Live shows)We’re fucking(Fine hoes)Somehow as(Time goes)How’d it all happen?(I don’t know)
It's been realSome fucking howOn the real thoughSome fucking how...
