SweetLifeOfYak&Crodie

Chakra! (prod.mathiastyner)

Wont hurt me (prod. mathiastyner)

Foolish or something (Prod. WokeVI x Justxrolo)

love shit ain’t for me (prod. geekinz)

alright. (mmm) (prod. bvtter)

Part I
how that money make you feel
how it  make you feel
how that money make you feel 
how it make you reel
make me feel alright
can sleep in overnight 
i rock my latest ice
and pray i see it twice 
i love the holy spirit 
it keep me feeling safe 
she like the way i face it
her pussy on my head 
i micheal jackson beat it 
then leave that bitch on read 
make me feel alright 
dont need no wifey right
her feelings hurt well bye 4 life 
dtn like bella right 
she said that she my favorite type 
then why you aint around me 
all these bitches tried to clown 
i told them them then dont you doubt me
woah
now im up on the score like ant edwards 
and now niggas remember the goat of the september 
woah 
call me boogeyman ima hurt you 
ima hurt ya soul 

Part II
i dont got time for no bitch 
i made time once and now thats it
im the glow up and reincanartion of the shit i lived
i got that thunder when i kick 
i hit you in ya fucking limbs
and then pray 
hope god to forgive 
i know the times that i sinned 
gotta repent and live a better life then this shit 
when its war it get shaky you know when best not to play me
i keep my stick like im 80 and hit you wit it like baby 
dont ever underestimate me 
nigga 
cause when its war it get shaky like we been in the ocean 
im tryna see if you bout it like you aint say you was
got my niggas thatll catch a homi if i said it up
fuck it thug 
you aint really acting you just talk, nigga fake 
terrence howards bully face 
hustle and a flow thatll get you maced 
ima trendsetter like frendrick douglas
these niggas they never want it yea
came out with something clutching 

Part III
yea yea lets see what he talking bout 
lets walk him down 
i got all my niggas from the field that know how to run you down 
i make sure all ya pockets is empty like we was a mugger now 
like wtf you  think you thugger now
wanna be civil in the real you a pick me nigga 
i dont know how you can deal with all these pick me niggas 
i was in the mud before they even went and picked me nigga 
i came from nothing now she wanna come and pick me nigga 

this a fact go listen back
juni on the track so when it hit ykno whos that 
put that mag in the blam cause it blam you niggas momma wont understand you 
i got feelings to but these feelings get put on hold 
like when the bank tell you to wait then play a tune
i make sure my bitch she da baddest she da baddest in the room 
make sure that she can play the flute i like the sound she make in rhythm 
might make me sing A capella with the way she hold my nigga 
hahahaha

Part IIII
look back i got my digits up 
i dont wanna look back and get my feelings stuck 
i just gotta look up with my dinero bucks 
giannis dunks on every little nigga like my nina huh 
i rock around with amiri everything just for the season huh
i partied with the white bitches when i was feeling dumb or sum 
molly coke and codeine you niggas isnt for me son
might go get a nosebleed aint talking just from those drugs 
you come around me empty slugs 
like dun dun dun 
i gotta hit em one more time just for good luck 
like wassup with these niggas tryna fuck around with me
i got big tittys on my draco i aint talking sydney sweeny 
make him fall like he a lego 
okay okay let him bleed
what that nigga say it’s payroll we gone squeeze him out his cheeze 
i play with pussy cause that pussy always wanna play with me 
if you aint about it dont you dare come over here to talk to me 
i gotta knocker thatll blow ya block up and ya family
i gotta choppa thatll send you jumping over fences 
this hoe tryna fuck around with me ill teach that hoe a lesson
dont get any feelings in between over what you need 
i gotta hella baddies and they come from overseas 
big boss status you cant sit with me 
i got all this rose gold on like shit is sweet 
babygirl ima dawg ima gentleman 
certified lover boy ima lettem in
ok ok
alright alright

make you feel (prod. sadcg)

d line (prod. noevdv)

lyrics🖤

psss

ran from the drama 
that shit get me places 
i smoke all my weed just to clear out my mind 
yea looked at my mama she told me good try
thats the worst i done felt in a very long time

i put pen to the paper give fuck boutta a hater 
my old bitch get mad cus my new bitch look faker
i aint even buy her a body or makeup
too much of basic shit get me replaced and

too much of you get me knocked up off my feet, huh
one day she call me no caller id 
blo-blowing my phone stres-stressing on me 
on my soul if i wanted another bitch baby yea, you wouldve known 
m-momma like why you aint answer ya phone
i aint got time for shit like just leave me alone
yea yea
like just leave me alone
yea yea
like just leave me al-


ran from the drama 
that shit get me places 
i smoke all my weed just to get outta mind 
yea looked at my mama she told me good try
thats the worst i done felt in a very long time
focused on mines like the bitch went and lied
how i waste all my time when you aint even mine
load up my fy then i drove down the highway 
and park in they driveyway 
and spark like the fourth of july 
yea (huh)
yea, yea, brtt
i been faded i been (yea.yea)
i been dranking off the hook (uhh)
i cant hold nun this shit back
huh (oo wah) 
lessgo (lessgo)
think you know me dont even know the half
how you my 1 and stab me in the back

ok ok ok

ay ay

to lost im gone went on far way to long (okay)
these lungs strong but this weed hit even stronger
exo making me ko if i hit this ima pass out how im day go (shhi)
gotta face this
take 1
take 2 
take more then i might end up face first on the pavement
bad bitch on my dick she cant even take it 
 30 on my wrist like damn look i made it 
i could up a whole truck with all my payments
fly out to the islands leave all this bullshit (leave all this)


psss

ran from the drama 
that shit get me places 
i smoke all my weed just to clear out my mind 
yea looked at my mama she told me good try
thats the worst i done felt in a very long time

i put pen to the paper give fuck boutta a hater 
my old bitch get mad cus my new bitch look faker
i aint even buy her a body or makeup
too much of basic shit get me replaced and

too much of you get me knocked off my feet, huh
one day she call me no caller id 
blo-blowing my phone stres-stressing on me 
on my soul if i wanted another bitch baby yea, you wouldve known 
momma like why you aint answer ya phone
i aint got time for shit like just leave me alone
yea yea
like just leave me alone
yea yea
like just leave me

ij

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