Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes Yes Y'all, artist - Backbone. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yes Yes Y'all |
| We get the work |
| We do the dirt |
| We drop the vert on the car |
| We bend the corner off the floor because they know who we are |
| Yes yes y’all |
| We on a money making mission |
| Baby stay on ya job |
| In the Cut drunk as a skunk |
| Gone little girl |
| Let me see you shake ya rump |
| While the beat go bump |
| I know you seen it post up |
| Make you lose ya mind when you see it close up |
| Give me Hennessey no ice |
| One lime and whatever the lady like |
| Super-thick to def |
| I know I had to get her |
| She say she like a liquor dark like a nigga |
| Figured it out girl I like the way you tricked-it out |
| You drink and we out |
| Yo, Slic PA run wit Fat Face the only |
| I run up on 'em run up in 'em and leave 'em lonely |
| Believe that, (believe that) game sharp as creased britches |
| I stay fresh, fresh too slick for these bitches |
| Ssssssss…(excuse me) |
| I’m a nigga with class |
| Ssssssss…(forgive me) |
| Superfly I stay on they ass |
| We get the work |
| We do the dirt |
| We drop the vert on the car |
| We bend the corner off floor because they know who we are |
| Slic Patna Baby (2nd time: Front Street Shawty) |
| Yes Yes Y’all |
| We on a money making mission |
| Baby stay ya job |
| Blow a dub, hit the club |
| Nigga showing me love |
| Shawty at the bar recognize |
| Shit wzup! |
| you coming wit me? |
| Gonna see what it’s gon be |
| Now finish ya drink I think she’s tipsy |
| Club close at 3 |
| We post up campaign |
| In the V.I.P. |
| little girl rubbing on herself |
| Off that Xtasy slow down little lady |
| I’ma treat ya good but everythang ain’t gravy |
| I like 'em with class cute face |
| Petite waist and whole latta ass |
| Ya boy straight off Campbelton Rd |
| Where them niggas ride vogues |
| Straight cut up on a ho, you ain’t know? |
| Take it slow so you can maintain |
| We ride out 4 deep ain’t nothing changed |
| Them peanut butter gut seats have 'em melting like ice |
| Didn’t have to think twice |
| On the grind for me buying head for me |
| Up in the club I stay posted |
| Eyes fire red cuase I’m toasted |
| Roasting all these hoes |
| Slow motion coastin by |
| Puffin red when she had to see my fie |
| Now I’m on her keep poppin like I’m big time |
| I done sold it so a pound ain’t got but a dime |
| Keep trying to get her back to a hotel |
| Steady fixin got my pistol ?? |
| for protection |
| Never slipping, mouth gripping make me touch and bust |
| Uhh… made a mess in her mouth |
| Washed up and peeled out |
| If it ain’t no bank on it |
| I can’t think on it |
| Hit her for her credit card full tank on it |
| I stay down for mine forever grind |
| Keep on stacking stacking on this side street |
| Til it jump gotta get me meat |
| I’m about cheddar got to break bread |
| Fie head or better, NO WAY |