JJETLAGG

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Yhapojj - Rap, Disco

JJETLAGG

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[Intro: Yhapojj] Ah, ah, ah, woo (Mhm, you're listening to Yhapojj) Sah, sah, sah, it's been a hell of a year, le' go [Verse: Yhapojj & Connie] Sayin' he was tough, say he had motion I was tellin' him, lil' bro, he had no motion Thinkin' of them folks, tellin' them, "I'm chosen" I was tellin' that these hoes you know I'm chose Can't "lil' bruh" Yhap', tryna hit him with a chop Spinnin' to the top and hit him to the dot Said, "I'm real big", Yhap' stood on life, flip-flop I was tellin' this ho, "I could make it to the top" I was tryna tell my bro, "We gon' make it to the top" I told them folks, "I'm really him," they know li' Yhap', he got the guap I told them folks, "Look at Li' Yhap'," they said, "Li' Yhap' got dough" She said, "The Perc, it was killin' me, killin' me, the Pеrc was," yeah I tell thesе folks they not feelin' me, feelin' me 'cause I'm too hot I told these folks, "Are you kiddin' me, kiddin' me, you fuckin' killin' me" I told these folks, "Are you listenin', listenin'? You folks not listenin'" I told lil' bro what he meant to me, meant to me, what he meant to me They say, "Li' Yhap', he done blew up like a mystery" I seen everything, like when you dive out the Hidden Seas I took a Perc, back to back, feel like there's two of me I get the top, then I swing it, baseball league I said, "I might just knock a nigga out like Ali" Why she blowin' up my phone? I don't even talk to colleagues Tell ya, I ain't need to go to college, I'm tellin' that lil' ho that I'm a scholar I was sittin' back, let me call her Won't fall, know Li' Yhap' got the Glock tucked Niggas tryna be Li' Yhap', boy, you not clutch Niggas tryna be in the gang, boy, you not us Told these folks, "Yeah, you better chill and hol' up" I tell these folks, "Like I'm tryna smoke, let's roll up" Got the dub and we bouta roll up Tell these folks to freeze, when they saw us, they just froze up Tinted before I get the cheetah-lined print I'm tellin' before I got the heated .56 (Funky Little Beat) Diamonds on me, eyes tint I got a line black chop wit' a green tip (Funky Little Beat) I got 5-inch tip with the .22 I got a 5.56, get you bloom-bloom I got a 7.62, it make a boom-boom (Two o'clock) 7.62, it clear the room-room (The party's still goin' on and) Talkin' down, then trust that I'ma boom-boom (All my friends) I'm in love with my Tris, it get to the moon-moon (They're ready to go) I seen that ho jus' like a movie-movie (You turn around) They be like, "Cai fit, ooh-ooh" (Oh, I smile at you) I got a outfit, woo-woo (That's when you shy down) It be like down six, doo-doo (I give you all these clues, and you still don't know what to do) I say what I'm used to (D-D-D-D-Do) I'm in love with the bit', like, what her lips do? (D-D-D-D-Do, do) I said, "Hey, what I hear you do?" She gon' leave me for him, like what did he do? (D-D-D-D-D) I said, "What have we been through?" (Do, do, do) I'm tellin' this ho' like, "What have we been through?" (Do, d-do) She told me, "What have we been through?" She tellin' Lil' Yhap', "What have we been through?" I said they my family, told them folks that they my family All these niggas act feminine, why the fuck these niggas feminine? (Funky Little Beat) I said that my synonym, told my bro that ain't my synonym I told him, "Get rid of them," I told lil' bro, then he get rid of them (Funky Little Beat) I told him to get it, and then lil' bro, he might just get it Then I tell him to hit it, and then lil' bro, he might just hit it (Funky Little Beat) I said I feelin' it in it, I told them folks, "I feel it in it" Told them folks I was winnin', I told them folks that Yhap', he winnin' (R-R-R-R-R-R-Rockin' in the streets) They said that boy tall like tip They said she got a nigga, lemme grab your hip I see you and your nigga right there Oh, you don't fuck with the nigga? Let me take his zip If I die, just put my name up on a blimp (Rockin' in—, rockin' in—, rockin'—) I work the bitch just like a job, feel like a pimp (Rockin' in the streets, R-R-R-R-R-R—) Can't wait to drive home with the bitch 'cause I'm him (Rockin' in—, rockin' in—, rockin'—) Told these hoes that I'm a lover like them (Rockin' in the streets, R-R-R-R-R-R—) I told these hoes that I could never fight them I told my ho, I could never wife them [Outro: Connie] R-Rockin' in the street—, r-r-r-r-r-r-rockin' in the street— R-R-R-R-Rockin' in—, rockin'—, rock—, rock—, rockin' in the street R-R-R-R-R-R-Rockin' in the street—, r-r-r-r-r-r-rockin' in the street— R-R-R-R-Rockin' in—, rockin' in—, rockin'—, rockin' in the street— R-R-R-R-R-R-Rockin' in the streets

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