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Land of the Second Hand Video (MV)




Performed By: Yolay Reverence
Length: 3:01
Written by: Jordan Wilson




Yolay Reverence - Land of the Second Hand Lyrics




Let the head of a gangs agenda go to plan
I would probably be dead
Putting in work to keep my click moving
No room to share
I'm marching right through these lame f**ks turf
And when they be tryna sue me yo I ain't touch her
I've had a fare share of back stabbers
That used to ride with me
Was claimin a G
But honestly they nothin but some geeks
They tryna set me up and snitch
Cause money speaks
But I aint got no time to talk
I'm rubbin cheeks
Her brother on the floor while we f*ckin like beast
She trying not to Cum, Leave a stain up on the sheets
I guarantee that I know why he Gee'd
I'm f*ckin his girl and he be 5 years
Older than me
Though I'm still bigger in the centimetres
Woah nelly
Ya walk around so deadly
Yo i'm keen to meat slice ya neck
Like Coles deli
Till a full belly
Be the reason why I show petty
Now I got my bowl heavy
She be screaming Mo' Daddy
Ima flow steady
We can hang but if you finna run
Get cha ass up out the game pick ya words or a gun
I'm throwin down with who be killin my vibe
And bucking up to whoever want it no matter the age or size.

I don't trust nobody no
From the land of the second hand
I don't trust nobody no more
From the land of the second hand

Some people like it like that
To stay at home all alone
I'm one to like it like that
Cause lately I been too cold
But save ya pity for the weak
I gotta get up and go
The one that's chosen I know
If Sub had frozen my soul
I've probably felt that before
Show me something I aint saw

Get up
Unless you come with me
I'm gettin down
Get up
Love me a women makin sound
Get up
Unless you come with me
I'm gettin down
Get up
Love me a women makin sound

Better be thinkin twice if you be f*ckin with this kid
I put you on show in front of ya chick and all ya click
Then hittin the gym 24/7
Hopin that one day it be different
If we ever be crossin paths again
You want to be ready to counter
Just what I be hittin you with
I defeated the kid
That be feening the win
Ima peal em again
Ima kill em all dead
Till there aint nobody left in my head
But yep sucka go figure
I know your bigger
But when ya drop you be stuck
Like there's no pickup
If my homies got an issue
Aint no hesitation bout it
If my homies got an issue
Aint no question if I'm riding
Catch me in the club
That's where bitches got me crowded
If them sukaz get to close
Yo this club be gettin rowdy
I Know

Some people like it like that
To stay at home all alone
I'm one to like it like that
Cause lately I been too cold
But save ya pity for the weak
I gotta get up and go
The one that's chosen I know
If Sub had frozen my soul
I've probably felt that before
Show me something I ain't saw

Show me something
Show me something
I'm a god at what I do
Hippie YoLAY
Foreal Foreal
Don't let the light skin fool you I will f*ck you up
Soul Soldier
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Let the head of a gangs agenda go to plan
I would probably be dead
Putting in work to keep my click moving
No room to share
I'm marching right through these lame f**ks turf
And when they be tryna sue me yo I ain't touch her
I've had a fare share of back stabbers
That used to ride with me
Was claimin a G
But honestly they nothin but some geeks
They tryna set me up and snitch
Cause money speaks
But I aint got no time to talk
I'm rubbin cheeks
Her brother on the floor while we f*ckin like beast
She trying not to Cum, Leave a stain up on the sheets
I guarantee that I know why he Gee'd
I'm f*ckin his girl and he be 5 years
Older than me
Though I'm still bigger in the centimetres
Woah nelly
Ya walk around so deadly
Yo i'm keen to meat slice ya neck
Like Coles deli
Till a full belly
Be the reason why I show petty
Now I got my bowl heavy
She be screaming Mo' Daddy
Ima flow steady
We can hang but if you finna run
Get cha ass up out the game pick ya words or a gun
I'm throwin down with who be killin my vibe
And bucking up to whoever want it no matter the age or size.

I don't trust nobody no
From the land of the second hand
I don't trust nobody no more
From the land of the second hand

Some people like it like that
To stay at home all alone
I'm one to like it like that
Cause lately I been too cold
But save ya pity for the weak
I gotta get up and go
The one that's chosen I know
If Sub had frozen my soul
I've probably felt that before
Show me something I aint saw

Get up
Unless you come with me
I'm gettin down
Get up
Love me a women makin sound
Get up
Unless you come with me
I'm gettin down
Get up
Love me a women makin sound

Better be thinkin twice if you be f*ckin with this kid
I put you on show in front of ya chick and all ya click
Then hittin the gym 24/7
Hopin that one day it be different
If we ever be crossin paths again
You want to be ready to counter
Just what I be hittin you with
I defeated the kid
That be feening the win
Ima peal em again
Ima kill em all dead
Till there aint nobody left in my head
But yep sucka go figure
I know your bigger
But when ya drop you be stuck
Like there's no pickup
If my homies got an issue
Aint no hesitation bout it
If my homies got an issue
Aint no question if I'm riding
Catch me in the club
That's where bitches got me crowded
If them sukaz get to close
Yo this club be gettin rowdy
I Know

Some people like it like that
To stay at home all alone
I'm one to like it like that
Cause lately I been too cold
But save ya pity for the weak
I gotta get up and go
The one that's chosen I know
If Sub had frozen my soul
I've probably felt that before
Show me something I ain't saw

Show me something
Show me something
I'm a god at what I do
Hippie YoLAY
Foreal Foreal
Don't let the light skin fool you I will f*ck you up
Soul Soldier
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Writer: Jordan Wilson
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