In Her Ear by Traxamillion Lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
Excuse me, lil' mama, what's your name? Where you from?
I've been checking out your features and that ring in your tongue
I'm on you, had that feeling when I came in the club
That was I feeling fine so when the brave woman come
Into my situation, lit, so famous and young
I'm so famous, she dumb, she's so anxious, she run
Very freaky girl, so impatient, look, hun
I make money out of rookies when they give me the funds
P-I-M-P, VIP please
I only want the best, it's respect, y'all see me
Check my 6 speed, the rawest in the drop (Drop)
She on me 'cause she I'm the rawest one to talk (Talk)
So straightforward, real nigga, she know it
She don't know the drink that she sippin' on, I own it
She don't know but she could see on the hips I'm holdin'
Clyde Carson came to get on her
[Chorus]
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Verse 2: Traxamillion]
Ma, let me holla at ya, I ain't tryna be rude
Why you at the club if you say you got a dude?
Why you ain't at home cookin' up that man some food?
What the hell you doin' here in that skirt and in them shoes?
Love ain't a happy home, baby, I'm a cure
I could get you sprung, I'm sure (Sure), pure (Pure)
I could see you're on, under my my Diors
Another shot of that Patron and she finna hit the floor
I'm lookin' for a whore, I'm sorry Al Sharpton
But I'm up out the ghetto and that's how we all talk
The same in every ghetto, this is how we all bark
On the crowd, niggas talk, hear the howls while she walk
All up in her ear, I'm tryna take her home
We out and then I'm in there, I'm tryna get alone
She down to her swimwear and it end up by the thong
Around, I tell her "Been here," I'm talkin' while she moan
[Chorus]
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah) Hey (Tryna holla like) Hey
(Yeah, yeah) Hey (I'm in her ear like)
Hey (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hey (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
Excuse me, lil' mama, what's your name? Where you from?
I've been checking out your features and that ring in your tongue
I'm on you, had that feeling when I came in the club
That was I feeling fine so when the brave woman come
Into my situation, lit, so famous and young
I'm so famous, she dumb, she's so anxious, she run
Very freaky girl, so impatient, look, hun
I make money out of rookies when they give me the funds
P-I-M-P, VIP please
I only want the best, it's respect, y'all see me
Check my 6 speed, the rawest in the drop (Drop)
She on me 'cause she I'm the rawest one to talk (Talk)
So straightforward, real nigga, she know it
She don't know the drink that she sippin' on, I own it
She don't know but she could see on the hips I'm holdin'
Clyde Carson came to get on her
[Chorus]
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Verse 2: Traxamillion]
Ma, let me holla at ya, I ain't tryna be rude
Why you at the club if you say you got a dude?
Why you ain't at home cookin' up that man some food?
What the hell you doin' here in that skirt and in them shoes?
Love ain't a happy home, baby, I'm a cure
I could get you sprung, I'm sure (Sure), pure (Pure)
I could see you're on, under my my Diors
Another shot of that Patron and she finna hit the floor
I'm lookin' for a whore, I'm sorry Al Sharpton
But I'm up out the ghetto and that's how we all talk
The same in every ghetto, this is how we all bark
On the crowd, niggas talk, hear the howls while she walk
All up in her ear, I'm tryna take her home
We out and then I'm in there, I'm tryna get alone
She down to her swimwear and it end up by the thong
Around, I tell her "Been here," I'm talkin' while she moan
[Chorus]
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah) Hey (Tryna holla like) Hey
(Yeah, yeah) Hey (I'm in her ear like)
Hey (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna holla like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in her ear like (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hey (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)