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Shawty tell me she gone 'buss it like it Marta
If Lil' momma stay down imma spoil her
All this ‘flava I can kick a 50 yarder
I can’t lie feel like this

decisions sleeping at the wheel
I crashed like Nasdaq
40-yarder hit the hole
And fumbled like a halfback
I felt like Gilbert Arenas
Was just a man in his

(Yup)
Round the world we gone touch with this song
(All the yarders all around the world, all the yarders all around the world)
And I'm gone put on
(Damn

Likwidation

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know 
How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder 
So we smoke a hundred yarder

Likwit Ridas

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

rip shows, gotta let them know 
How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder 
So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?

with a flag

Trying to pull up in a Lambo, first I pull off in a jag
'Cuz I kick it like I'm Lambo, 50-yarder for the jags
In my Chevy riding dirty, got

made the football team
Hey Dad we just went undefeated
I QB sneaked it ran it in for 6
60 yarder pops you shoulda seen it
Wish you were there so you

the deep
Waters but i know the shark in my chi, know it eat harder
Heartbeat dash like a 30 yarder, strapped for the cash
Grippin' for it the beat

the streets
I been tryna find a blessing
Dealing with all this grief
Never a good mourning
Good day when I speak
To you the yarders all of my family
For me it's

do
Crew built like Marshawn's running 100 yarders
As they toss another prayer better hope from Aaron Rodgers
If we getting to the cottage
Is because I

The Yarders

subliminal
Not at all
Y'all know who did it
JFK what up
Aye tell them niggas we don't do those
Subliminals
Nah
You fweel me
The Eastie Boyz
The Yarders
I never

harder
Back in the day, I had a yarder

As an adult, dealers for dollars
Pretty girls probably ruined my life
Only mistake I probably made twice
Pray that

five, the Yarders eat
Song after song, shit, put this one on repeat
The sky's the limit Up until the morning, grindin' cause I gotta

Get it Know I gotta

away the stress tryna right these wrongs
Always up late tryna write these songs
Devin Hester awaits
Returnable, forty-one yarder
Hester from

yarder in 3.85
I'm not shucking or jiving
Just had to remind ya
Writing songs is getting harder
Everything will happen
When the fuck I want it to
I got

I'm a goal striker
Why the fuck I be on the bench I'm a front liner
You a bone yarder
Nobody trying to listen to that you're a rock spider
Riding round

didn’t work out all that great
When we tried out that 57-yarder,
But that old kick is in the past
And ‘Bama’s ‘bout (“Alabama’s about”) to kick your ass.