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yoppa bam - str8 jacket lyrics

[intro]
yuh
ayy, aye
hmm
[?]
heh, aye
yuh, yuh
yuh, aye
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
bam
hmm, huh
huh, yuh, huh, yuh
yuh, huh
aye

[chorus]
my cup be dirty like patchouli (huh)
ahead of my own problems, yuh, i’m my own shooter
7.62 gon’ rip a hole through your medulla
and i swear these n+gga p+ssy, don’t compare me to these losers
had a conversation with the xanax, said i was abusive
[?] around a n+gga, i swear to god i’m gon’ lose it
[?] i can’t trust my man, glock stay in my hand
pray to god that b+tch [?] how i lost my man
[verse]
fell in love with that tech, that hi+tech all in my soul
got expensive taste, baby, i can’t drink on no corona
yeah, my [?] sellin’ out shows in canada, huh
they gotta sit backseat cause the yoppa pass is up, huh
first day back in miami, imma had to shoot ’em, huh (boom, boom, boom)
pull up to your block and spin it, that was my lieutenant, huh
shootin’ sh+t from start to finish [?] huh
blendin’ wockhardt with precision ’til it blur my vision, huh

[chorus]
yuh, my cup be dirty like patchouli (dirty)
ahead of my own problems, yuh, i’m my own shooter (yuh)
7.62 gon’ rip a hole through your medulla (bam, brrr)
and i swear these n+gga p+ssy, don’t compare me to these losers
still gon’ catch a body and go take a flight straight to bermuda
it’s a holy triangle, money, p+ssy and some [?]
i don’t need n0body, n+gga, cause i’m my own shooter
n+ggas said they was gon’ k!ll me, i’m just waitin’ for them to prove it (do it)

- yoppa bam lyrics

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