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Chris Brown - Yoppa Lyrics
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[ Featuring Trippie Redd ]

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa

Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze

Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (father)
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa

Know I keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a f*ck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

Flexin' on you, I'm your father
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa
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Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa

Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze

Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (father)
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa

Know I keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a f*ck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

Flexin' on you, I'm your father
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherf*ckin' llama
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa
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Writer: Michael Lamar II White, Anthony Lavelle Barfield, Antwan Thompson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Orrin Monzale Wilson, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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