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rappin’ mitch - odb lyrics

[verse 1]
10 in the morning knocking at my door
got the yoppers, yoppers, yoppers, yoppers
crack and clothes all across my floor
and the yoppers, yoppers, yoppers, yoppers
little mama knocking knocking at my door
my partner knocking knocking at my door
uncle tony just hit the store, his son somewhere bagging o’s
me and joe super tight corn rolls
i kick it how i kick it with a hoe
that’s super duper freezer ice cold
the yoppers will collect a n+gga’s soul
my mama taught me everything i know
turnt from the night i had before
riding with the yopper in the olds
out 14 hours selling dope
a low lifе who kept his cap low
low life who best friеnd a stove
i’m whipping like i got to fix a bowl
neck full of gold pocket full of hope
out serving where my cousin jump ropes
ooh that’s some n+gga sh+t i know
call me rappin’ mitch des or deszo
out hitting corners tough on these corny n+ggas
when i was 17 i was a bony n+gga
g+ngb+nging banging with my homie’s n+gga
r.i.p. moon and fostell, told reggie give me room and a scale
r.i.p. jo jo and tish, r.i.p. money ever spent
skinny jeans on no fat, i don’t cut a sucker no slack
r.i.p. uncle eddie uncle fella
tech full of silver neck full of metal
cuzo let it settle, let the coke settle
if you whip it back right make a hundred nickel
[hook]
10 in the morning knocking at my door
got the yoppers, yoppers, yoppers, yoppers
crack and clothes all across my floor
and the yoppers, yoppers, yoppers, yoppers
little mama knocking knocking at my door
my partner knocking knocking at my door
uncle tony just hit the store, his son somewhere bagging o’s

[verse 2]
me and ree super tight corn rolls
my uncle kept his safe underfloor’s, chevy engine run like a nose
we gang bang the p+ssy derrick rose
turnt from the night we had before, out late night selling hope
i was president obama selling change
car full of p+ssy paint and pain
the system bumping money ain’t a thang
my n+gga that’s jigga in his prime, it was jigga season 1999
when i was 14 living like a rogue, another afternoon another stove
justin crib two crib’s down, local menace our side of town
bumping bout it bout it beats by the pound
all i wanted was a pot of gold, the yopper will collect a n+gga soul
had a pocket full of dimes and a flow
and a yopper for a n+gga at the door

- rappin mitch lyrics

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