Y.A.L.A.

  • YALA
    YALA

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    Yea yea, YALA
    Yea yea, YALA

    Bombs go off when I enter the building

    YALA
    YALA
    YALA
    YALA

    I drink some Contreau keep it in my poncho
    Light up like Castro
    Blow up and get go

    Pro when I set, go
    Grow like an afro
    Play like Ronaldo
    Hard like I'm death row

    Weight in kilo
    Light as a pillow
    Dance on my tip-toe
    Like I tae-box though

    Yeah we come, come, come
    Yeah we come with some some
    Get a glass of rum
    With a gun and some pun pun
    Oh fun, fun, fun
    Let's get 'em undone
    Take a hit on the bong
    It's been so long since we hung

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    YALA
    YALA

    Anti war war
    M.I.A. underscore
    I get the law law
    Searching for me on tour

    Bankin' offshore
    Take a trip to Singapore
    I need to earn like
    I'm Julianne Moore

    For the hour poor
    Don't wanna ignore
    That's why I say shit
    So they can explore

    My baby, I amore
    My mommy I adore
    I tried to stay pure
    Can't take it anymore

    Come, come, come
    When we coming some some
    Yea a glass around
    Yea I got me some pom pom
    Fun fun fun
    Yea it's getting undone
    We've been here, we move on
    It's been so long since we hung

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    Go low, go slow
    Run like a polo
    A banana pole like you're
    Climbing up a yoyo

    Yea yea yea, go
    Yea yea yea, go
    Bombs go off when I enter the building

    YALA
    YALA
    YALA

    I'm rolling solo
    You can't take a photo
    I'mma keep it raw raw

    I'm rolling solo
    You can't take a photo
    I'mma keep it raw raw

    YALA
    YALA

    Yeah we come, come, come
    Yeah we come with some some
    Get a glass of rum
    With a gun and some pun pun
    Oh fun, fun, fun
    Let's get 'em undone
    Take a hit on the bong
    It's been so long since we hung

    YOLO?
    I don't even know anymore
    What that even mean though
    If you only live once why we keep doing the same shit?
    Back home where I come from, we keep being born
    Again and again and then again and again
    That's why they invented karma Writer/s: MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, JASPER HELDERMAN, RUBEN FERNHOUT, JERRY LEEMBRUGGEN
    Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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