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Yester Day
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Yester Day was released on June 17, 2024 by 8867510 Records DK as a part of the album Yester Day - Single
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Release DateJune 17, 2024
Label8867510 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BRL
BRL
Performer
Brett Lafferty
Brett Lafferty
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Lafferty
Brett Lafferty
Songwriter
Greyson krause
Greyson krause
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greyson krause
Greyson krause
Producer
RAGE
RAGE
Producer

Lyrics

Yesterday I woke up I might make a hit
Floating off them Perkys, now I gotta sit
Codeine with that purp, (shit) take a sip
Snatching chains, body bags, getting zipped
Catchin' fakes, you ain't shit, them nines will do the trick
You a bitch made fucker, I got Draco's on my hip
You gon' die, check your six and now your
Lungs is getting clipped
Bought my momma a new crib, this shit was lit
I get rack's, got my gun, with my slatt Poppin' opps
We gon' have, have some fun
I got mud in my cup, (lean) with my bro, say what's up (yo)
I can't hear, with my beer, in the pub get in a fight
My dawgs gon' bite on all the drugs
A to Z, (yah, yah) we gon' see, (yeah, yeah)
What you do when we come through, my chain rests heavily on me
They pray for my downfall, (Lord I pray for his downfall)
But I got up so I can't fall
My bars hard like a cannonball, haters eating me like a cannibal
They hating me so I kill em all
Bitches going wild, they all tryna call
Hit a lick my dawg's gon' slid, man, fuck it all
Yesterday I woke up, I might make a hit
Floating off them Perkys, now I gotta sit
Codeine with that purp, (shit) take a sip
Snatching chains, body bags, getting zipped
Catchin' fakes, you ain't shit, them nines will do the trick
You a bitch made fucker, I got Draco's on my hip
You gon' die, check your six and now your lungs is getting clipped
Bought my mama a new crib, that shit was lit
Got some bills, diamond grills, codeine kills
I make mills in the hills, I'm so ill, Rollie keep me chill
With the team, keep it clean like a machine
Mop up the opp's (sweep, sweep)
Make sure we, we ain't seen, make em scream with all the dawgs
Leave no evidence
We crash your residence I stay relevant, ain't it evident
I be selling it straight up selling shit
We walk like crip, but we act like blood
Can't see shit, but we got your cuh Got your bitch, but she kinda suck
At your crib, but I still wanna fuck, Still wanna fuck
Still wanna fuck, Still wanna fuck
Yesterday I talked to Satan, he was saying, boy, go make it
All these racks coming in, I think I made it
I ain't playing, thanks for staying
Always stuck when I'm in pain I go insane, flying on this plane
Spent 20 bands on this chain It's insane
(heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh)
Yesterday I woke up I might make a hit
Floating off them Perkys, now I gotta sit
Codeine with that purp
Take a sip Snatching chains, body bags, getting zipped
Catchin' fakes, you ain't shit, them nines will do the trick
You a bitch made fucker, I got Draco's on my hip
You gon' die, check your six and now your
Lungs is getting clipped
Bought my momma a new crib, this shit was lit
Written by: Brett Lafferty, Greyson krause
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