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KOTA The Friend - BACKYARD (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm in the hood and I'm feelin' good
And I'm gettin' nice and it's over ice
You know what I'm on
I be hella low, I don't gotta flex
I don't gotta drive
Yeah, I'm on my way to check my homie in the Ford
Yeah, I got the bag, put in hella work
Bubbles in the glass, Henny in the cup
Baddie on the front porch
I been out of town and I'm movin' fast
Gettin' out of hand and I'm buyin' land
Police at the front door
From Clinton Hill with love, run up on you in the sun
Hope you do not let these new folks fool you
Ay, you could get it if you want
Do not come here with the drama
I can't really save you from my homies if they choose you
[Verse 2]
Pour the drink (Pour the drink), roll it up (Roll it up)
Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
Pour the drink (Pour the drink), roll it up (Roll it up)
Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
[Verse 3]
It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Everybody get a lil' too drunk sometimes
I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
Ay, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do, ay
[Verse 4]
What's your name, where you from?
Where you stay, who you know?
What you tryin' to do today, I can take you
Shorty bad, beauty mark on her face
Brown skin, I'm just starin', thinkin' who the fuck made you?
Told her we could kick it in the backyard
Then she got the fatty and I know that shit is mad soft
All she wanna do is sip mimosas on the beach though
Yellow sundress got a brother thinkin' bad thoughts, ay
Mommy is a ten, she like I don't need a man
But it's summer in New York and I could really use a friend
Say less, she my favorite
She ain't need to party with the **** that she came with
She a real one, never put up with no fake shit
Lot of people shootin' but she really entertainin'
Downtown right about now
I could see us havin' fun when we leave the pow wow
Pretty lady, I could eat if we feelin' a chow down
Got the record on repeat, shorty, how do that sound?
What you wanna do?
[Verse 5]
Pour the drink (Pour the drink), roll it up (Roll it up)
Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
Pour the drink (Pour the drink), roll it up (Roll it up)
Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
[Verse 6]
It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Everybody get a lil' too drunk sometimes
I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
Ay, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do, ay
Written by: Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Kelvin Owens
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