Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yard Sale, artist - Abhi The Nomad. Album song Where Are My Friends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2015
Record label: Abhi The Nomad
Song language: English
Yard Sale |
If I had a penny |
For every change that id fake |
I’d trade it for twenty |
Of your thoughts |
If you’d give me any |
Of the pain that you make |
I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk |
Smoking cigarettes, so fuck with me, buck fifty for that shit |
Shorts, jackets, hats and tennis racquets to practice |
Old vinyl records, a couple poleys to fish with |
And over there, we’ve got some shit ya kids get |
Moms are bending over, reach for clearance, get too close, and I will smack that |
Ya closer to getting half off, pack it then you’ll get half that |
The underground menu is more than what you can bargain |
The shit that we have sellin is doper than that of target |
Bitch, it is cash only, no checks allowed |
Check it out |
Slap you in the face my dick, really do check it |
Ok, I’m going to far, so please just buy something, times coming to close up, |
uh ya dig |
Ok, the reapers coming to close it, so get your purchases and get the fuck out |
Holy shit grenade, get the fuck down |
I’m dipping out of here, but first I need to grab my hard ale |
Garage turned to yard sale |
If I had a penny |
For every change that id fake |
I’d trade it for twenty |
Of your thoughts |
If you’d give me any |
Of the pain that you make |
I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk |
It’s all sales final |
If you don’t like the sound |
(Get the fuck out) |
Still cruising in that old Toyota bumping Aesop |
Arrogant as shit |
It’s all sales final |
If you don’t like the price |
(Get the fuck out) |
Cracking open up that peach Arizona with the cool ranch Doritos I’m the shit |
Well shit son I be swanging in this bitch like orangutans, kicking it in my |
white vans |
Banging like some pedophiles in white vans |
22 beers and I still ain’t feeling buzzed tho |
Diving in that pussy then I’m swimming in that butthole |
Yuck, what a cutthroat |
One half of the legendary el cap |
Creep into your dorm room when you’re sleeping |
Do you smell that? |
Farted on your face and gave you pink eye |
Brown in the summer and surrounded by some pink guys |
If I had a penny |
For every change that id fake |
I’d trade it for twenty |
Of your thoughts |
If you’d give me any |
Of the pain that you make |
I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk |