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GoldLink

Yard

 

Yard

(álbum: Diaspora - 2019)


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah

It's my yard, get the fuck out my yard
D.C mellow baby, know that I go hard, look
Southwest niggas make the gun spark
I say I love her 'cause I take it from the heart, uh
Esther want a taste of the card
GoldLink just a black work of art
I don't need no friends in my life
I don't need no girl to get high, huh
I just need a bow and a tan
And a black girl with a five-year plan
Who's in school with the kids, tryna be the best she can
And she drive a good kid, m.A.A.d city minivan, look

No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
Enter my yard, enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
Enter my yard, enter my yard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Enter my yard
Yeah, look

Blam to blam (Blam), blam to them four (Woii)
I'm so fly, I'm looking like a fresher cantaloupe (Woii)
Scary motherfucker making rappers disappear (Woii)
Murder, never fire, woah, we drunk and do the fuck
You can't change up, girl, you're all I got
Kissing you like a game-winning jump shot
Rap the new pop, GoldLink the new 'Pac
And I gotta get this money, boy, we built a new Roc
The Ales, baguettes and the diamond rings
The fast cars, the women, designer things
The big houses, fast talk, personal things
It's all the shit I got and remained the same (Woii)

No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
Enter my yard, enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard
Enter my yard, enter my yard

Bad man, nuh talk, West London mi walk
No bad vibes in mi yard, I hit anything back (Boof)
Gyally dem a call, "Send the money and the car"
Celly a ring off, rum-rum, haffi start, ya hear me?
We buss a shot and then they watch we, ya hear me?
Mi have the liquor and the big tree, ya hear me?
No commercial in my circle
Poke on her, man, I
Sweet, sweet girl
Take you 'round the world
No-no-no bad vibes in my yard, hmm
Enter my yard, enter my yard, enter my yard

No bad vibes coulda enter my yard (They can't never come enter my yard, yard)
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no (They can't enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard (No, no, no)
Enter my yard (No, no, no), enter my yard (No, no, no, no)
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard (Could enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard, no (Could enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda enter my yard (Enter my)
Enter my yard (Into my), enter my yard (Enter my yard)

Nah, we don't need a reason

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