Yhap is rlly Him lyrics

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Yhapojj



[Intro]
(Hmhm, you're listening to YhapoJJ) Had to get it in, had to tell my friend, had to get it- get again, tell them folks "Let's do it", we gon' do it, do it again, we don't like to lose, we gon' do it, we really win

[Verse 1]
That's my twin, that's my twin, that's my twin
I step on sh*t just like, pcht, free my twin, that's my twin
Run up sh*t like, he like, "That's my Jack, that's my f*ckin' hill"
Run up sh*t like- pcht, like my Jack, like my f*ckin' Jill
I just take this b*tch and break her back, break the f*ckin' rim
Ballin' on these n*ggas just like Shaq, I dunked the f*ckin' rim
I just told this b*tch, 'Lil' b*tch look back", 'cause you know I'm him
When she hurt my feelings, heart attack, then I [?]
I don't even gotta call hеr back, 'cause I know she will
Don't play with this b*tch, it get you smackеd, smack sh*t just like Will
Death before this b*tch, she got my back and I got her still (Go, go, go, go, go)

[Bridge]
Yeah, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Put him on the floor, floor, floor, floor, floor, floor
I just take ya' whore, whore, whore, whore, whore, whore
[Verse 2]
I'm so sick, I know this sh*t would happen
I don't even wanna talk to you, I knew this sh*t was fragile
Pull up on this b*tch, she runnin from me, this bih' gon' run like rabbit
Said she seen lil' Yhap and then she didn't, guess lil' Yhap was magic
She gon' tell them folks lil' Yhap ain't [?] she still gon' f*ck with [?]
I don't like to talk to stupid b*tches, so excuse my manners
Tryna tell that hoe like pay attention", she don't care 'bout Santa
Tryna tell that hoe, like pay attention", now this b*tch my dancer
f*ckin' on this thicky booty b*tch, ouu, this b*tch so fancy
I don't really care 'bout none of this sh*t 'cause this b*tch here got fans
Walking with this b*tch, the movie clip, I shoot the room again
Walking with this b*tch, the ruler stick, I'm tryna line his head
I just seen this b*tch, like "Who you pick?", this b*tch gon' pick her friend
I just tell that b*tch, "Don't leave me here", they pronouncin' lil yhap dead
And tryna send, you see me here, I'm tryna get the bread
In the sky, I know you need me now, I know you need me, yeah
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