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Yo Video (MV)




Performed By: Chy Cartier
Featuring: Headie One
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele, Chyna Dacrie




Chy Cartier - Yo Lyrics
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[ Featuring Headie One ]

(Rah, it's BKay, ya know) haha
Haha (yo)
Yo, yo, yo, yo (yo)
Huh? Yo, yo, yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho)

No more Lizzies, slappin' on Cash Cobain, get Slizzy
Fam, are you dizzy? Don't try diss me
'Fore I start countin' (rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr), one Mississippi, two Mississippi
When I get to three, I bet you that it gets dark (bap, bap)
Bet you that I get shitty (bop, bop)
What, 'cause I'm pretty? Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this (huh?)
One likkle fish this, tick off the hitlist like one wishlist (skrrt, bap)
And if it's an issue, they all fall down like a tissue, I'll fix that quickly (quickly)
Tell me you're with me, these bitches my daughters, they come like my pickney (what?)
I never been a pick-me (never), never been a pick-me (huh?), never been a pick-me (never)
I'm up writin' in this three-two-oh (two-oh), bap
Like sixty, my hair got bangs (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap), bap, bap
And my sis' came with a pixie (pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rockin' the hallways, skipping detention (ugh)
And I still bring smoke like Benson (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Bbl bitches die for attention

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho grr-grr)

Extension on this football boot, I'm twinnin' this Mas Tiempo with Skeppy (crash)
I can still do monogram too, doin' up fittings, Louis, plenty (money)
Five litres, cuttin' through Chelsea, I'm startin' to feel like Essien (neow)
Got these feds tryna shut a man down, why they tryna do me like Debenhams? (Why?)
I'm uptown in expensive thread again (turn)
We can throw it back to Ralph Lauren again (turn, turn, turn)
Come out with a shotgun in a gilet again (turn, turn, turn)
I don't wanna end up back there again just lookin' all pregnant (argh)
But I'll pull up to the dance and drill like when I link with Fred again (yo)
But I ain't gonna do it with Fred
Yo, who's that brown skin cutie? (Yo) Look at her nails on fleek (turn, turn, argh)
Thought this bad B had a BB- uh, really, she was doin' up peloton (she OD)
Crib in the sticks, can't get reception in
Turnt, but my neighbours can't hear anything
They ask, "What's new?" Mmcht, somebody tell them everything (suh, suh, One)

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu' (suh, suh, suh, suh)
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh, suh, suh)
Never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin', suh, suh, suh, suh)
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? Turn up, what?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho, turn, turn)

Turn, tell me, "Turn"
Turn, tell me, "Turn"
(Rah, it's BKay, ya know)
Yo
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(Rah, it's BKay, ya know) haha
Haha (yo)
Yo, yo, yo, yo (yo)
Huh? Yo, yo, yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho)

No more Lizzies, slappin' on Cash Cobain, get Slizzy
Fam, are you dizzy? Don't try diss me
'Fore I start countin' (rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr), one Mississippi, two Mississippi
When I get to three, I bet you that it gets dark (bap, bap)
Bet you that I get shitty (bop, bop)
What, 'cause I'm pretty? Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this (huh?)
One likkle fish this, tick off the hitlist like one wishlist (skrrt, bap)
And if it's an issue, they all fall down like a tissue, I'll fix that quickly (quickly)
Tell me you're with me, these bitches my daughters, they come like my pickney (what?)
I never been a pick-me (never), never been a pick-me (huh?), never been a pick-me (never)
I'm up writin' in this three-two-oh (two-oh), bap
Like sixty, my hair got bangs (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap), bap, bap
And my sis' came with a pixie (pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rockin' the hallways, skipping detention (ugh)
And I still bring smoke like Benson (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Bbl bitches die for attention

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho grr-grr)

Extension on this football boot, I'm twinnin' this Mas Tiempo with Skeppy (crash)
I can still do monogram too, doin' up fittings, Louis, plenty (money)
Five litres, cuttin' through Chelsea, I'm startin' to feel like Essien (neow)
Got these feds tryna shut a man down, why they tryna do me like Debenhams? (Why?)
I'm uptown in expensive thread again (turn)
We can throw it back to Ralph Lauren again (turn, turn, turn)
Come out with a shotgun in a gilet again (turn, turn, turn)
I don't wanna end up back there again just lookin' all pregnant (argh)
But I'll pull up to the dance and drill like when I link with Fred again (yo)
But I ain't gonna do it with Fred
Yo, who's that brown skin cutie? (Yo) Look at her nails on fleek (turn, turn, argh)
Thought this bad B had a BB- uh, really, she was doin' up peloton (she OD)
Crib in the sticks, can't get reception in
Turnt, but my neighbours can't hear anything
They ask, "What's new?" Mmcht, somebody tell them everything (suh, suh, One)

Ask what's new (shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu' (suh, suh, suh, suh)
Foot in the cooking (huh?)
I don't like ugly (uh, suh, suh)
Never dependant, come good lookin' (come good lookin', suh, suh, suh, suh)
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (huh? Turn up, what?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more, yo (ho, turn, turn)

Turn, tell me, "Turn"
Turn, tell me, "Turn"
(Rah, it's BKay, ya know)
Yo
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Writer: Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele, Chyna Dacrie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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