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Yard
by GoldLink
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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 say it from the heart, uh
Esther wanna taste of the 'Cardi
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 boat 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 inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Inna my yard (yeah, look)
Blam to blam (blam), blam to them four (woii)
I'm so fly, I'm lookin' like a fresher cantaloupe (woii)
Scary motherfucker makin' rappers disappear (woii)
Burning up the fire, while we drunk into the fog
Don't you change up, girl, you're all I got
Kissin' you like a game-winnin' jump shot
Rap the new Pop, GoldLink the new 'Pac
And I gotta get this money, while, we build 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 inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
Bad man, nuh talk, West London me walk
No bad vibes in mi yard, or yuh hear di ting back (boom)
Gyally dem ah call, see the money and the car
Celly ah ring off, rum-rum, haffi start, ya hear me?
Mi buss ah Champ' and then they watch we, ya hear me?
Mi have di liquor and di big tree, ya hear me?
No commotion in my circle
Potent herb and a sweet, sweet girl
Take you 'round the world
No-no-no bad vibes in my yard, hmm
Inna my yard, inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (they can't never come inna my yard, yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no (never enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (no, no, no)
Inna my yard (no, no, no),inna my yard (no, no, no, no)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (coulda enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no (coulda inna my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (enter my)
Inna my yard (enter my), inna my yard (enter my yard)
Nah, we don't need a reason
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 say it from the heart, uh
Esther wanna taste of the 'Cardi
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 boat 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 inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Inna my yard (yeah, look)
Blam to blam (blam), blam to them four (woii)
I'm so fly, I'm lookin' like a fresher cantaloupe (woii)
Scary motherfucker makin' rappers disappear (woii)
Burning up the fire, while we drunk into the fog
Don't you change up, girl, you're all I got
Kissin' you like a game-winnin' jump shot
Rap the new Pop, GoldLink the new 'Pac
And I gotta get this money, while, we build 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 inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard
Inna my yard, inna my yard
Bad man, nuh talk, West London me walk
No bad vibes in mi yard, or yuh hear di ting back (boom)
Gyally dem ah call, see the money and the car
Celly ah ring off, rum-rum, haffi start, ya hear me?
Mi buss ah Champ' and then they watch we, ya hear me?
Mi have di liquor and di big tree, ya hear me?
No commotion in my circle
Potent herb and a sweet, sweet girl
Take you 'round the world
No-no-no bad vibes in my yard, hmm
Inna my yard, inna my yard, inna my yard
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (they can't never come inna my yard, yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no (never enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (no, no, no)
Inna my yard (no, no, no),inna my yard (no, no, no, no)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (coulda enter my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard, no (coulda inna my yard)
No bad vibes coulda inna my yard (enter my)
Inna my yard (enter my), inna my yard (enter my yard)
Nah, we don't need a reason
