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Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

Nigga talk shit?
I'll single you out
If you've got a problem we can figure it out
I'm from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth
South-side niggas put a hole in your house
A hole in your spouse
Better think twice before you open you mouth
It's getting real close to the first of the month
Niggas hit licks, bit of gas in the blunt
Send em to the dock gotta open them up
Niggas load guns in the back of the truck
Niggas chase money 'til they laced with gold
Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes
Flex too hard and your casket close
You don't want your momma come and get you from the morgue
Tall white T, blood on the floor
Oh, don't say that

Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

I feel like Master P
I ain't gonna say they lame, no one try to master me
I'm getting tested, tested, but nobody passing me
That sugar coated shit don't need them extra calories
Ace in the machine, that's why we work inside the factory
Pull up my phone display, like it's a gallery
Go and get your salary
Gold on me like it's alchemy
Gave them niggas the battery
When they witness the mastery
Don't say that, don't talk to me, we don't play that
They got shot for me, and they idolize, like it's pottery
Got a squad full of fucking oddities, I got squash, apricots, and broccoli
We turn weird shit to a commodity
I'm on a odyssey for real quality Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

I look like a Somali pirate (don't say that!)
Failed middle school and college (don't say that!)
Daddy say I'm an asshole (don't say that!)
Dick complexion of a Backwoods (ew, don't say that)
She take me, dry as the Sahara
After she get in that Casa Merlyn
I was in that mouth like flouride
That pussy tight, as a hair tie
Scrunchie, I'm so horny baby, bitch your house, pussy baby
When I get the munchies I still, I don't share roaches baby
Rolling with the good haircut Bum with a good haircut
Mattress and magic dick

Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

Writer(s): Ameer Vann, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarrir, Russell Boring, William Wood
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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