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Yard (feat. Haile of WSTRN)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
Ari PenSmith
Ari PenSmith
Background Vocals
Ras Haile Alexander
Ras Haile Alexander
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Richard Isong
Richard Isong
Songwriter
Ariowa Irosogie
Ariowa Irosogie
Songwriter
Ras Haile Alexander
Ras Haile Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari PenSmith
Ari PenSmith
Producer
P2J
P2J
Producer
Sam Harper
Sam Harper
Recording Engineer
PRGRSHN
PRGRSHN
Recording Engineer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Mixing Engineer
Peter Hewitt-Dutton
Peter Hewitt-Dutton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's my yard, get the fuck out my yard DC mellow, baby, know I go hard, look Southwest niggas make the gun spark I say I love her 'cause I tell you from the heart, uh Ass, thighs, want a taste á la carte GoldLink is 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 a kid, 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 (Enter 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) Burnin' up in fire while we drunk and do the fuck You can't 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, 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, look (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 champagne and 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
Writer(s): Ras Haile Alexander, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, Ariowa Irosogie, D'antony Carlos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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