Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snakes In The Yard, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snakes In The Yard |
| If you don’t swim, you boutta drown |
| I know my grandma’s smiling down |
| She live in my lap, the pistol on me when I’m riding around (Brr, brr) |
| Never been a style for clowns (Uh), I never gave a pig a noun (Nah) |
| A person, place, a thing, we crack his wig and then we strip the crown |
| If you go plug designers, make 'em pay a fee (Pay 'em) |
| the text, we make 'em pay the brie |
| It ain’t over 'til that hat hoe sing and I’ma play the keys (Yeah) |
| Life can be a bitch and then you dead niggas' c’est la vie (Hah) |
| Jesus please, plain Jane (Uh-huh) |
| Click, clack, bang, bang |
| Bully bad, gang, gang |
| We ain’t in the same lane (Nuh-uh) |
| I’m just try’na stay sane |
| Put this in the mix |
| So exquisite how he paint thangs |
| I see niggas turned to fiends |
| The Devil is a lie, don’t let 'em kill your self esteem (Facts) |
| Invest that money wise instead of spending up that cream |
| I was destined to be great, I’m a descendant of a king, nigga (Hah) |
| Snakes, snakes in the yard |
| How you, how you say you’re day one but let hate fill your heart? |
| Toast, toast to my real niggas, pray for the squad |
| And we don’t fuck with reds no more, we make- |
| Uh |
| I feel asleep again while I was praying, man |
| Pigs kick in doors with no warrants then they spray 'em (Brr) |
| I color out the line, ain’t no boxes for these crayons (I'm different) |
| And these niggas made up like Maybelline, these niggas' Avon (Hah) |
| Apex predator, I’m not the one to prey on (Nuh-uh) |
| Futuristic pistol, dog, this shit look like a ray gun (Choo-choo) |
| Before the mink coat nigga, I was always A1 (Yup) |
| And I don’t talk to Jay, I don’t care if he was |
| They got your dog again on conspiracy, he didn’t make bond (Nah) |
| You at the precinct, better pipe down and play numb (Play dumb) |
| Or they gon' lock your ass up too, that’s word to Akon |
| You niggas' dick riders, got rappers balls on they tongue |
| Uh, I’m just living out my best |
| From the home of the Braves, but they fuck with me out west (Facts) |
| Never sleep, they say that that’s the first cousin to death |
| And they hate your melon and they want to scrub it out your flesh (Uh) |
| Snakes, snakes in the yard |
| How you, how you say you’re day one but let hate fill your heart? |
| Toast, toast to my real niggas, pray for the squad |
| And we don’t fuck with reds no more, we make… |