Top Songs By Sugarhill Ddot
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sugarhill Ddot
Vocals
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composer
Darrian Jimenez
Lyrics
Lucas Sarudiansky
Composer
Luke David Hebert
Composer
Nikhil Seetharam
Composer
Onika Maraj
Composer
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
Tyler Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ndup
Producer
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
@ayyolucas
Producer
Lyrics
Grrah, grrah, grrah (you're gonna end up dead too, everything for Notti)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (yo, Lucas, you heard?)
In Miami, walkin' through the club, got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Fly in the Benz, she suckin' me up (grrah), pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (grrah-grrah-boom)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that? Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (grrah)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that 'cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (shh)
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'ma blast (on bro)
Growin' up, I ain't really have shit, I was 13 totin' the ratchet (no cap)
For lil' Notti, we ball like the Mavericks (don't forget that we make every basket, on bro)
Can't take no breaks, knew it was real when I bumped into Drake (shh)
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 (grrah), look at this drip, it ain't fake (on bro)
'Member 'em times, got low from the jakes, me and Notti on a chase (grrah-grrah)
Couple shots if they mention his name
Got all these demons that's stuck in my brain (everything for Notti)
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 the guys)
Free 30, he was just on timin', in the stoleys, we was really wildin'
Everything for Notti
In Miami, walkin' through the club, got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Fly in the Benz, she suckin' me up, pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (grrah-grrah, boom)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that? Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (grrah)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that 'cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (grrah-grrah-boom)
In Miami, walkin' through the club, got a baddie, she ready to fuck (grrah)
Fly in the bed, she suckin' me up (grrah), pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (baow-baow-baow)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that? Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (baow-baow-boom)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that 'cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (grrah)
I'm chasin' that paper while a nigga be sleep (sleep), yeah, do that seven days a week (a week)
When I walk in the booth, know it's finna be heat (okay), like, why niggas fakin'? They cap on the beat (they cap)
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 gon' make it, bitch, we on the way, you gotta have patience
I'm feelin' like Uzi, I just wanna rock, yeah, bro tryna get a nigga knocked
I'm smokin' on gas, it stank like a sock, she get on my nerves, a bitch gettin' blocked
Nigga on the way skraight up to the top (on gang), wake up, runnin' up guap (up guap)
Your bitch on go, no, she can't be stopped
If I ask her where she at, she droppin' the dot (droppin' the dot)
In Miami, walkin' through the club, got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Fly in the Benz, she suckin' me up, pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (grrah-grrah-boom)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that? Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (grrah)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that 'cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (grrah-grrah-boom)
In Miami, walkin' through the club, got a baddie, she ready to fuck (grrah)
Fly in the Benz, she suckin' me up (grrah), pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (grrah-grrah-baow)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that? Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (baow-baow-boom)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that 'cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (grrah)
Grrah, everything for Notti, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
It's that lil' Ddot nigga, 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, damn
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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