"3AM In The Yams" lyrics
"3AM In The Yams"
(feat. Luh Tyler)
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Everything for Notti)
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah)
In Miami, walking through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up
Pour a deuce or a eight inna cup
She like Ddot why you movin' like that?
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
Cause lil baby you know that I'm like that
Now let's talk on the facts
Tell these niggas go get them a bag
(Big money)
I could never do bad
For Lil Notti, you know I'm a blast
(On Bro)
Growing up, I ain't really have shit
I was 13, toting the ratchet
For Lil Notti, we ball like the Mavericks
Don't forget that we make every basket
Can't take no breaks
Knew it was real when I bumped into Drake
(For real)
Remember my teacher said I won't be great
Look at me now, I'm the face of the state
It wasn't luck nigga, it was faith
Look at this drip, it ain't fake
'Member them times, got low from the jakes
Me and Notti, on a chase
Couple shots if they mention his name
Got all these demons that stuck on my brain
Can't wait til' I cop me a chain
All of these niggas gon' hate on the fame
(On Bro)
Late night, we stickin' on Collins
Free all the bros that's stuck on the island
Free 30, he was just on timing
In the stolly, we was really wild'n
(Everything for Notti)
In Miami, walking through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up
Pour a deuce or a eight inna cup
She like Ddot why you movin' like that
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
Cause lil baby you know that I'm like that
In Miami, walking through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up
Pour a deuce or a eight inna cup
She like Ddot why you movin' like that
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
Cause lil baby you know that I'm like that
I'm chasing that paper while niggas be sleep, yuh
Do that 7 days a week
When I walk in the booth, know it's finna be heat
Like why niggas fakin' they cap on the beat
Niggas cap on the beat, they really be fakin'
This bitch she a baddie and she love to shake it
No, they ain't believe that I was gunna make it
Bitch we on the way, you gotta have patience
I feel like lil Uzi, I just wanna rock
Bro tryna get a nigga knock
I'm smoking on gas, it stank like a sock
She get on my nerves, a bitch getting blocked
Nigga on the way straight up to the top
Wake up, runnin' up guap
Your bitch on go no she can't be stopped
If I ask where she at, she dropping that dot
In Miami, walking through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up
Pour a deuce or a eight inna cup
She like Ddot why you movin' like that
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
Cause lil baby you know that I'm like that
In Miami, walking through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up
Pour a deuce or a eight inna cup
She like Ddot why you movin' like that
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
Cause lil baby you know that I'm like that
(Everything for Notti)
(It's that lil ddot niggas man, you know the vibes man, I'm in the yams)
(There's a bunch of legs out here!)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
Thanks to Alpha for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Nikhil Shanker Seetharam, Darrian Jimenez, Lucas Sarudiansky, Luke David Herbert, Tyler Reed Meeks
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- Sugarhill Ddot Lyrics
album:
"2 Sides Of The Story" (2024)
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