Yam Lyrics

Yam Lyrics
Yam Lyrics

Yeet-Yam” is a captivating musical composition that transcends traditional genre boundaries, offering a dynamic fusion of eclectic sounds and infectious rhythms. Produced by an innovative collaboration of artists, this song embodies a unique blend of contemporary pop, electronic, and experimental elements, resulting in a sonic experience that is both invigorating and mesmerizing. With its catchy hooks, pulsating beats, and imaginative lyrics, “Yeet-Yam” invites listeners on a journey through a kaleidoscope of sonic landscapes, where every note serves as a testament to the boundless creativity and musical prowess of its creators.

Yam Lyrics

[Intro]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m a trooper, yeah, with a lot of bands
Y’all be cappin’ online, on the Instagram
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout, yeah, wipe your legs off
All my diamonds Michael Jackson, watch they dance they heads off
I’m the captain of this boat, give me ya’ money, you gettin’ off
All that startin’ to sound the same, yeah, your shit is gettin’ old
Where your money? Where your bitches? Yeah, you a joke (Ha)
Diamonds on me flawless, these bitch whiter than the Pope
Yeah, ’bout to nut on these bitches face and then she drink it in her throat
I just be booted everyday, I forgot how to walk, I learned to float

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t need to sign no deal, I’m richer than your mami (Ya mami)
But your mami pulled up on me and give me wammy
I like sex, I like drugs, I like money (No cap, no cap)
I like drugs, it’s so silly, but it ain’t funny (Go), yeah

[Verse]
Fuck what you sayin’, why the hell you even talkin’ to me?
I got your bitch, she pull up on me, give me sloppy-toppy (Yeah)
And I’m in the Tonka, goin’ bonkers (Skrrt)
Yeah, boy, they watchin’ how I move like they got binoculars (Copy the swag)
I got to watch the way I move ’cause I got popular (Ain’t no way)
Yeah, how you mad your bitch a chooser? It’s no stoppin’ her (Yeah)
Yeah, I know shit can get confusin’ when you off the Perc’ (Woo-woo)
Yeah, it’s a hit every time I speak, bitch, I’m out the park (Yeah)
Yeah, I was down bad for a long time, I was in the dark (Yeah)
Yeah, you can just call up my demons and ask ’em where we are (Yeah)
We ain’t outside, but we ain’t inside, we on the boulevard (Woo-woo)
Yeah, take this X every day just so I can feel more (Ah, X, X, X, hey)

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[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m a trooper, yeah, with a lot of bands
Y’all be cappin’ online, on the Instagram
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout, yeah, wipe your legs off
All my diamonds Michael Jackson, watch they dance they heads off
I’m the captain of this boat, give me ya’ money, you gettin’ off
All that startin’ to sound the same, yeah, your shit is gettin’ old
Where your money? Where your bitches? Yeah, you a joke (Ha)
Diamonds on me flawless, these bitch whiter than the Pope
Yeah, ’bout to nut on these bitches face and then she drink it in her throat
I just be booted everyday, I forgot how to walk, I learned to float

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t need to sign no deal, I’m richer than your mami (Ya mami)
But your mami pulled up on me and give me wammy
I like sex, I like drugs, I like money (No cap, no cap)
I like drugs, it’s so silly, but it ain’t funny, yeah

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