Nickelus F - Yoppa lyrics

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Nickelus F - Yoppa lyrics

[Bridge] I walk up in this b**h so fly I bet you I could take home Cyndi Lauper, uh If this about my paper I'll come swingin' out the window with that yoppa, uh But girl I like your DNA, your T and A, it's fire And we can get this party started with a lighter, uh Got Petey Petey feelin' nice Gin and tonic over ice, I keep my head up to the sky All I need is a light, all I need is a light [Verse 1] "Would you ride for me?" Hell ya! "Would you die for me?" f** no n***a, you stupid? Look at all the sh** that I'm doin' Look at all the mountains I'm movin' Look at all the lives it would ruin Look at how them hoes give a truant Probly' cracked doe and got a shoo-in n***a showed up early, I was truant Now I'm talkin' money and that n***a talkin' fluent, ooh Shiver me timbers, I grabbed the rose and got splinters I worked outside long winters, ice cold winds blew in off the river Picked up the phone momma said why you sniffle Told her I was cold, out here on the road, burnin' Trynna' get free of my burdens I'm a wiz kid gettin' currency So I'm laid back in car service like, like [Hook] Like, clear the runway baby I get money from Sunday to Sunday, baby Oh behave, oh behave (oh-oh behave) I'm young, rich, famous Oh-OG in my swisha (OG in my swisha, OG-OG in my swisha) So my blunt tastes flavored (Oh behave, Oh-oh-OG in my swisha, OG-OG in my swisha) So my blunt tastes flavored [Bridge] [Verse 2] Now watch I flip sh** like a [?] Precise like the thread through the needle eye My mind is focused like eagle eyes I can see through your lies, oh me, oh my What if my raps pop? What if I make a million dollars off the laptop? Verbal crack rock, through the cash box And bounce like icons on the Mac top Mac locked cause all this was Never that thought that they would say a n***a won Zip one 'till I get loose, and your b**h come to get a stiff one That's another meaning, pun intended, I'm relentless My pockets were empty, they were lent less 'Till I got three sets of gold from the dentist, ooh I woke up camera ready Sharp as a surgeon scout, but my hands are steady I need cheese in my pockets, pant confetti I need cheese graded up on my damn spaghetti Drink red sprite like a fan of Freddy Trynna walk in my shoes but my baggage heavy It's all day, all day, keep the cabbage ready Cause I'm a bad boy like D-Dot Angelettie [Hook]

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