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gaika - yard lyrics

[chorus]
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 1]
first things first, go without sayin’
i’m numb to the gl-ss, i’m numb to this game
too much liqour sunk in
too much grey, i’mma still f-ckin’ win
innocent man in pain
blood from a cl!cker, see the funds got grim
now the screen just fl!ckers once again
crime and punishment, we’re diggin’ man’s grave
n-ggas gettin’ rich and the hitter’s get change
the figures who snitched, villains get maimed
on the phone in [?] tryna rip through the gates
’cause it ain’t safe in here
no it ain’t
’cause it ain’t safe in here
nah it ain’t, nah it ain’t, nah it ain’t

[interlude]
in the corners of the night, i rode
my pocket stays hot, my wrists, dem cold
it’s trouble nonstop when you’re hustle for the gold
in the corners of the night, i rode
my pocket stays hot, my wrists, dem cold
it’s trouble nonstop when you’re hustle for the gold

[verse 2]
strip club, sippin’ on big rum and c0ke
cop a big smoke from a brooklyn bloke
fine threads but i’m never off the roads
i’mma die with paper [?]
i’m guilty of bare [?] tings
poppin’ ice down bottles
droppin’ ice down rings
coppin’ ice down chains
brushin’ ice down links
i’m [?] from the call
like an iced out drink
i’m f-ckin’ sick of it
livin’ life in the thick of it
i’m in this with the immigrants
for the crooked and [?]
for the crooked and [?]
raining shots of the window of ours
brown and penniless, on with the world

- gaika lyrics

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