Dada (feat. BabyFace Ray)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Cypress)
She pretty, I spoil her, dada (for real)
Engine is roarin', bye-bye (gone)
Hope you got yours, I got mine (yeah)
Started with zero, fuck a top five (fuck it)
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine (nah)
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by (nigga)
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high (nah)
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
Quit runnin' your mouth
I'm one, and I'm done, and I'm out
I pull out and nut in her mouth
Look at my hip, it's a Glock
I'm headed straight to the top
I'm in a SRT8, and I'm skatin' from cops
Hope you like art 'cause I'm paintin' the pot
Put it in park and I'm hoppin' right out
Mission's to go, you can't tell me to stop
Lookin' for smoke, we inhale it a lot
Hell is you sayin'? (Yeah)
Young Nick Cannon, I'm playin' with bands (yeah)
We finna link, it's me, her, and her friend (yeah)
I'm on the lean and I'm swervin' again
Purchase a bag, how bad do you want it?
These niggas ain't serious, I noticed
Face Mob Wave, too important
All of this money I'm hoardin', should thank the promoter
I'm goin' hard in the paint, niggas tryna step in my way, had to work on my flow
I'm bossed up like Blade, makin' it rain on a bitch, and I'm blowin', I'm chokin'
Yeah, huh, made me a strain for the smokers
Yeah, huh, low-top Travis, they mocha (uh)
Face too serious like poker (nigga)
She pretty, I spoil her, dada
Engine is roarin', bye-bye
Hope you got yours, I got mine
Started with zero, fuck a top five
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
Quit runnin' your mouth
I'm one, and I'm done, and I'm out
I pull out and nut in her mouth
Look at my hip, it's a Glock
I'm headed straight to the top
I'm in a SRT8, and I'm skatin' from cops
Hope you like art 'cause I'm paintin' the pot
Put it in park and I'm hoppin' right out
Mission's to go, you can't tell me to stop
Lookin' for smoke, we inhale it a lot
I won't just trick on just anything (trick)
I buy all my bitches a wedding ring (I did)
But let me prepare you, we ain't gettin' married
I'm poppin' a Perc' 'fore I penetrate (let me hit)
She pretty, I get her a plain Jane (Jane)
I really sell kis and I gangbang (gang)
I barely sip soda, I go see parole and I pour up the Wock' in that Minute Maid (maid)
I was sippin' when Gucci made "Lemonade" (ayy)
Your bitch is a runner, a renegade ('gade)
Colored diamonds, but they still illuminate
VVS's is precious, I demonstrate
Turn off the lights in the club and 03'll blind you like blessin'
You barely see anything
Know what I mean, how they be when they spellin' things
20-time felon, I really be sellin' things
I got the blowers for spinnin' like ceiling fans
This ain't Home Depot, put toolies on any man
Drummer Gang, we got more choppers than marching bands
Whoa, yeah
Nut in a bitch and wild out, I'm Nick Cannon
Go black in beginnin', I'm coppin' a Phantom
I'm ratchet as fuck, are we talkin' a rental?
DM me, you freaky, I'm sendin' the addy
She pretty, I spoil her, dada
Engine is roarin', bye-bye
Hope you got yours, I got mine
Started with zero, fuck a top five
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
(Cypress)
She pretty, I spoil her, dada (for real)
Engine is roarin', bye-bye (gone)
Hope you got yours, I got mine (yeah)
Started with zero, fuck a top five (fuck it)
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine (nah)
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by (nigga)
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high (nah)
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
Quit runnin' your mouth
I'm one, and I'm done, and I'm out
I pull out and nut in her mouth
Look at my hip, it's a Glock
I'm headed straight to the top
I'm in a SRT8, and I'm skatin' from cops
Hope you like art 'cause I'm paintin' the pot
Put it in park and I'm hoppin' right out
Mission's to go, you can't tell me to stop
Lookin' for smoke, we inhale it a lot
Hell is you sayin'? (Yeah)
Young Nick Cannon, I'm playin' with bands (yeah)
We finna link, it's me, her, and her friend (yeah)
I'm on the lean and I'm swervin' again
Purchase a bag, how bad do you want it?
These niggas ain't serious, I noticed
Face Mob Wave, too important
All of this money I'm hoardin', should thank the promoter
I'm goin' hard in the paint, niggas tryna step in my way, had to work on my flow
I'm bossed up like Blade, makin' it rain on a bitch, and I'm blowin', I'm chokin'
Yeah, huh, made me a strain for the smokers
Yeah, huh, low-top Travis, they mocha (uh)
Face too serious like poker (nigga)
She pretty, I spoil her, dada
Engine is roarin', bye-bye
Hope you got yours, I got mine
Started with zero, fuck a top five
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
Quit runnin' your mouth
I'm one, and I'm done, and I'm out
I pull out and nut in her mouth
Look at my hip, it's a Glock
I'm headed straight to the top
I'm in a SRT8, and I'm skatin' from cops
Hope you like art 'cause I'm paintin' the pot
Put it in park and I'm hoppin' right out
Mission's to go, you can't tell me to stop
Lookin' for smoke, we inhale it a lot
I won't just trick on just anything (trick)
I buy all my bitches a wedding ring (I did)
But let me prepare you, we ain't gettin' married
I'm poppin' a Perc' 'fore I penetrate (let me hit)
She pretty, I get her a plain Jane (Jane)
I really sell kis and I gangbang (gang)
I barely sip soda, I go see parole and I pour up the Wock' in that Minute Maid (maid)
I was sippin' when Gucci made "Lemonade" (ayy)
Your bitch is a runner, a renegade ('gade)
Colored diamonds, but they still illuminate
VVS's is precious, I demonstrate
Turn off the lights in the club and 03'll blind you like blessin'
You barely see anything
Know what I mean, how they be when they spellin' things
20-time felon, I really be sellin' things
I got the blowers for spinnin' like ceiling fans
This ain't Home Depot, put toolies on any man
Drummer Gang, we got more choppers than marching bands
Whoa, yeah
Nut in a bitch and wild out, I'm Nick Cannon
Go black in beginnin', I'm coppin' a Phantom
I'm ratchet as fuck, are we talkin' a rental?
DM me, you freaky, I'm sendin' the addy
She pretty, I spoil her, dada
Engine is roarin', bye-bye
Hope you got yours, I got mine
Started with zero, fuck a top five
Soda ain't dirty, then it's not mine
Nigga, get up on 'em, don't drive by
I'm still pourin' 'cause I'm not high
Runnin' his mouth how he got knocked
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Writer(s): Eddy Cypress Moreno
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