Yoppa Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown] 

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) 

Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' 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 told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa 

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] 

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 

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[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Don't even try 

You ain't 'bout that life 

You ain't ready to die 

Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life 

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown] 

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy, father) 

Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) 

Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas 

Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (yeah) 

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 told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa 

[Verse 2: Chris Brown] 

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 fuck who you claim 

Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang 

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Don't even try 

You ain't 'bout that life 

You ain't ready to die 

Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life 

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown] 

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) 

Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' 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 told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa