Chris Brown – Yoppa (Guitar)
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[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
E Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) G#m Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) E Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas G#m Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo) E Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama G#m Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) E Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa B F#m Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
E Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times G#m Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide E Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
G#m N.C.
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
E B Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat G#m B Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now E Love my choppa and I know she loves me G#m Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
E Don't even try G#m You ain't 'bout that life E You ain't ready to die G#m Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
E Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) G#m Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) E Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas G#m Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo) E Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama G#m Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) E Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa B F#m Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
E Keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa G#m If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie E Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what's the problem? G#m It can go down right now, just slide up E Should think smarter, should think better G#m And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga E G#m I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim E Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
G#m Don't even try D#m You ain't 'bout that life E G#m You ain't ready to die G#m Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
E Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) G#m Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) E Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas G#m Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo) E Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama G#m Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) E Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa B F#m Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa