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yoppa! - trappintori lyrics

(trappintori)
i got a yoppa on me, yoppa on me
and i got a choppa on me
if i can’t trust u, then i can’t trust my own papa homie
yoppa on me, yoppa on me
n-ggas eating glockaroni
imma keep it going cause i know im making guaparoni
apple in yo throat go away like a hopper
n-ggas keep on laughing like i won’t shoot they own father
scope to yo chest, now they calling me the docter
if im hitting l!cks, then i know you hitting softer
yoppa on me, yoppa on me
and i got a choppa on me
if i can’t trust u, then i can’t trust my own papa homie
yoppa on me, yoppa on me
and i got a choppa on me
if i can’t trust u, then i can’t trust my own papa homie
yoppa on me, yoppa on me
n-ggas eating glockaroni
imma keep it going cause i know im making guaparoni
n-ggas hit a l!ck, now yo n-gga is a b-tch
wearing all white but my pocket blue strip
rainbow -ss n-gga talm bout a blue crip
stalkin on my movement, like a fan, yous a b-tch
yoppa on me, yoppa on me
and i got a choppa on me
if i can’t trust u, then i can’t trust my own papa homie

(lil $hame)
pull up with a stick (aye)
mr rain got gucci on his hip
is 69 a blood or a crip
ain’t f-ckin a hoe with a herpe on her lip
well fam, got d-mn, never known someone named pam
and im smoking on this green like im “sam-i-am”
im a k!ller with this sh-t
wetter than a d-mn lamb
and “ilovefriday” like that b-tch from pakistan
and im tuning out, all these hoes with no clout
i think yo girl would look better with some t–th in her mouth
but i guess thats just me, ferragamo on my knee
only shoot from deep, like a gotd-mn 3
and im smoking onna trees
man i hate piano keys
and im sipping on that lean like that sh-t is ice tea
gang!

(mcb tavo)
7 all on my shirt
400 on my feet
young boy gotta eat
imma roll up some sheets
matter fact im the goat
and if they talk, imma rock em like a boat
diamonds wet like a float, 20k for a show
and im really witcho hoe, look at my diamonds they glow
give her good d-ck now she limping
and im ballin like the pistons
and my diamonds be kicking
pull up with a stick like a drummer
and i be ballin, yeah, with no jumper
gang!

(lil ty)
got a yoppa keep it close
n-ggas talk but dont want smoke
running up a hill like slope
breathing heavy, breathing slow
f-ck a pepsi, i drink c0ke
diamonds on me, let em soak
all these n-ggas is real broke
n-ggas frogs make em croak
n-ggas goofy like its mickey
yo b-tch suck me like hickey
n-ggas want smoke with me
diamonds so cold like chilly

- trappintori lyrics

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