Lyrics Yana Darg - Double S

Yana Darg

Chill yana darg
Like Beverly man ah got the ting patterned
You get me
Yo, I tell a man chill yana darg
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high (why?)
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
I tell a man chill yana darg
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg (uh)
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg (uh)
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
Yo, I’m like «the flow’s so aggy»
Known in Birms and I’m known in Manny
Grew up with T Mills grew up with Aji
Around the time MP was strallies and ballies
Dem times dere I was in a Nike trackie
Big H said «me nuh dilly me nuh dally»
Me I had couple lyrics that impressed the gyali
Tell them why nigga, I’ma win me a Grammy
So, so, I’m gonna go worldwide
Gyaldem trigger what the gyaldem like
Promoters won’t see me if the money ain’t right
J Hus boy, 'cause it ain’t no lie
Trumped life 'cause I ain’t got no type
But I won’t bring her home 'cause she ain’t no wife
Try coming against Double, it’s never been wise
Tell them the levels dem are way too high
Yo, I tell a man chill yana darg
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high (why?)
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
I tell a man chill yana darg
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg (uh)
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg (uh)
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might take your girl
Hotline bling, I will Drake your girl
But if I see a next ting I’ll snake your girl
Give it to her straight, I won’t chase your girl
See you don’t rate your girl
'Cause, you’re just the brudda that ain’t your girl
And I’m the brudda that penetrates your girl
And, they say I’ve gone clear
Cuh I’m in a Hermès or a Moncler
Went through Charlene and now I’m on Clare
All checks in the account make sure it’s gone tear
I should get the GQ Man of the Year
So they flow me, I swear like the farda is here
The future doesn’t exist and neither does the past
So anything I ask for is already here
Yo, I tell a man chill yana darg
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high (why?)
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
I tell a man chill yana darg (whoo)
I don’t care how you feel yana darg
Yeah I’m kinda ill yana darg
Got to thank the most high
Gave me the skill yana darg
Keeping it real yana darg
Like Beverley got me up in the hill yana darg (uh)
Double be doing it for the thrill yana darg (uh)
DJ, jack 'em, 'cause I want a wheel yana darg
Farda!