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Quando Rondo – My Yoppa Lyrics

My Yoppa by Quando Rondo


Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Tell that boy with all dissin’ that we strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I f----- they daughter
The police know I’m servin’, every day, they beat the block up
I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
And I’m in love with servin’ fiends, anything to get a dollar
And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar
And I’m in love with Russian Cream, p---- boy, go smoke some Flakka

I fell in love with that beam that sit on that yoppa, yeah
I had your b---- down on her knees, after that I had to block her
‘Cause that lil’ ho a stalker, I can’t lie, that head so awesome
But her p---- been awful, oh, g------, I’m drippin’ agua, hah
That boy so slime
Slidin’ just like a car, boy, we gon’ roll that dope up
Walk inside the mall and buy Christian D with the Dolce
We been sipped a whole lot of lean, we pourin’ fours up

Tell that boy with all dissin’ that that we strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I f----- they daughter
The police know I’m servin’, every day, they beat the block up
I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
And I’m in love with servin’ fiends, anything to get a dollar
And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar (Quando Rondo)
And I’m in love with Russian Cream, p---- boy, go smoke some Flakka (Young Jefe, holmes)

Yeah, what’s goody? (What’s goody?)
I got on my hoodie, but b----, I’m not Boogie (No, no)
I’m just Glizzy Glizzy with that motherfuckin’ fully (Glizzy Glizzy, 30)
These n----- gettin’ offended, well they motherfuckin’ should be
No, you are not a stepper, you’s a fuckboy (Boy)
You know that’s not your b----, she s--- me up boy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I’m a boss, so you can go kill that noise
Take you off (Young Jefe), and make your shooters my employees

Tell that boy with all dissin’ that that we strapped up with them choppers
Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I f----- they daughter
The police know I’m servin’, every day, they beat the block up
I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
And I’m in love with servin’ fiends, anything to get a dollar
And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar
And I’m in love with Russian Cream, p---- boy, go smoke some Flakka