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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Anthony Lavelle Barfield
Anthony Lavelle Barfield
Songwriter
Orrin Monzale Wilson
Orrin Monzale Wilson
Songwriter
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Velocity Music
Velocity Music
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry? Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now Love my choppa and I know she loves me Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze Don't even try You ain't 'bout that life You ain't ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy, father) Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (yeah) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa Keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what's the problem? It can go down right now, just slide up Should think smarter, should think better And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang Don't even try You ain't 'bout that life You ain't ready to die Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy) Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy) Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo) Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah) Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Michael Lamar Ii White, Antwan Thompson, Orrin Monzale Wilson, Anthony Lavelle Barfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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