30 In The Yams Lyrics

I think my ex do voodoo, I could see her when I dream

Love that slik press and that lulu, she get loud js like my weed

She keep sayin "sorry bout that" she must think ion listen to yeat

And no I don't play for the heat but just dropped 30 in the yams

I need sum P's from outta town I gave him 30 in advance

She said she shy if she not high so this perc 30 made her dance

Whole lotta sales, im overwhelmed, the packs landed, whole lotta mail

I needa bitch from outta town js touched down in fort lader dale

I did 140 in a 60 all the bro was hardly speaking

It's a bird its a plane no lil bitch that's RJ.Tweakin

This lil ho give so much brain u woulda thought a class in session

I got me ptsd ur first might be ya last impression

& she pulled with sum pajamas she ain't got no clothes under

I could tell this lil hoe easy wanna fuck wit no rubber

Ain't talkin adam 22, she in my room wit no jumper

And ik that bitch a bird she tryna fuck my store runner

But shii get heavy for them pesos

With his bitch, but for that bread gon have to him toast him let his bae go (bagel)

If she can't check her ego we gon toast her for that ego

Shorty like "ah dios mìo", and im like wtf that mean

I think my ex do voodoo, I could see her when I dream

Love that slik press and that lulu, she get loud js like my weed

She keep sayin "sorry bout that" she must think ion listen to yeat

And no I don't play for the heat but just dropped 30 in the yams