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artist
Gaika
Yard
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Electronic
Yard κυκλοφόρησε στις 27 Ιουλίου 2018 από Warp Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ BASIC VOLUME
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ΆλμπουμBASIC VOLUME
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας27 Ιουλίου 2018
ΕτικέταWarp Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM67

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gaika
Gaika
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaika Tavares
Gaika Tavares
Composer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]
Throw your money up if you come from yard, again
Throw your money up, see, we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, yeah, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes
No, doggy, don't cry
[Verse 2]
Throw your money up if you come from yard, again
Throw your money up, see, we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, ay, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes
No, doggy, don't cry
[Verse 3]
First thing first, goes without sayin'
I'm numb to the glass, I'm numb to this game
Too much liquor sunk in
Too grey, I'm still fuckin' with
An innocent man in pain
Blood from a clicker, see the funds got grim
Now the screen just flickers once again
Crime and punishment, we're diggin' man's grave
**** gettin' rich and the hitter's get change
The figures who snitched and villains get maimed
On the phone on the go, tryna rip through her gates
'Cause it ain't safe in here
No, it ain't
'Cause it ain't safe in here
No, it ain't, no, it ain't, no, it ain't
[Verse 4]
In the corners of the night, I rode
My pockets stays hot, my wrists, them cold
It's trouble nonstop
When you hustle for the gold
In the corners of the night, I rode
My pockets stays hot, my wrists, them cold
It's trouble nonstop
When you hustle for the gold
[Verse 5]
Strip club sippin' on big rum and Coke
Cop a big smoke from a Brooklyn bloke
Fine threads, but I'm never off the rungs
I'ma die with great profit from
I'm guilty of bare gully tings
Poppin' iced out bottles, droppin' iced out rings
Coppin' iced out chains, scratching iced out links
I'm cold from the call like and iced out drink
[Verse 6]
I'm fuckin' sick of it
Livin' life in the thick of it
I'm in this with the immigrants
For the crooked and the cursed
For the crooked and cursed
For the crooked and cursed
For the crooked and cursed
Ringin' shots out the window of our house
Brown and penniless, on with the world
[Verse 7]
Throw your money up if you come from yard, again
Throw your money up, see, we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, ay, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes
No, doggy, don't cry
[Verse 8]
Throw your money up if you come from yard, again
Throw your money up, see, we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, ay, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes
No, doggy, don't cry
Written by: Gaika Tavares

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