Don Dada!
Yeah
Pour me another one bro, I'ma run right through this
Run it up like a real, Don Dada
Dreadhead, I ain't talking bout Shoota's
Count it up cause it's coming from the back end
Mamacita love when the pack in
Old money still in the shoebox
Got some westside homies, no 2Pac
Give me two claps for the lowlife
Gotta love for the Eastside
You know it, you know it, you know it
Baby I feel that I'm chosen
Leading the way like I'm Moses
Feel that I'm one in a million
Running it up for my children
Real niggas stepped in the building
You feel me
Pour me another, I double it up
Give her the dick and she gobble it up
Keep me a blick, and I'm keeping it tucked
Where is your money? I heard that you stuck
Loving you highly unlikely
All my teeth shine like a brightening
My haters be talking in silence
I know that you never would try me
Keeping it peace from the jump
Hope you forgive what I've done
Y'all can't go where I'm from
Feel like I'm still on the run
Came a long way and I've grown
Some things ain't meant to be told
Ain't faking with none of you niggas
I'm keeping it hot with you niggas
And I feel like I am the one
Bad bitch, I call her Mulan
Can't love me, you need to move on
Is this the life of a don
I kick it, I rip it, I get it
Get it, get it, get it
You niggas, really ain't fucking with me
Nah, really ain't fucking with P
Nah, really ain't fucking with V
(Run it up)
Get it, get it, get it
(Uh)
(Oh no)
(Yeah)
Run it up like a real Don Dada
Dreadhead, I ain't talking bout Shoota's
Count it up cause it's coming from the back end
Mamacita love when the pack in
Old money still in the shoebox
Got some westside homies, no 2Pac
Give me two claps for the lowlife
Gotta a lot of love for the Eastside
You know it, you know it, you know it
Baby I feel that I'm chosen
Leading the way like I'm Moses
Feel that I'm one in a million
Running it up for my children
Real niggas stepped in the building
You feel me
Pour me another, I double it up
Give her the dick and she gobble it up
Keep me a blick, and I'm keeping it tucked
Where is your money? I heard that you stuck
Loving you highly unlikely
All my teeth shine like a brightening
Pour me another one bro, I'ma run right through this
Run it up like a real, Don Dada
Dreadhead, I ain't talking bout Shoota's
Count it up cause it's coming from the back end
Mamacita love when the pack in
Old money still in the shoebox
Got some westside homies, no 2Pac
Give me two claps for the lowlife
Gotta love for the Eastside
You know it, you know it, you know it
Baby I feel that I'm chosen
Leading the way like I'm Moses
Feel that I'm one in a million
Running it up for my children
Real niggas stepped in the building
You feel me
Pour me another, I double it up
Give her the dick and she gobble it up
Keep me a blick, and I'm keeping it tucked
Where is your money? I heard that you stuck
Loving you highly unlikely
All my teeth shine like a brightening
My haters be talking in silence
I know that you never would try me
Keeping it peace from the jump
Hope you forgive what I've done
Y'all can't go where I'm from
Feel like I'm still on the run
Came a long way and I've grown
Some things ain't meant to be told
Ain't faking with none of you niggas
I'm keeping it hot with you niggas
And I feel like I am the one
Bad bitch, I call her Mulan
Can't love me, you need to move on
Is this the life of a don
I kick it, I rip it, I get it
Get it, get it, get it
You niggas, really ain't fucking with me
Nah, really ain't fucking with P
Nah, really ain't fucking with V
(Run it up)
Get it, get it, get it
(Uh)
(Oh no)
(Yeah)
Run it up like a real Don Dada
Dreadhead, I ain't talking bout Shoota's
Count it up cause it's coming from the back end
Mamacita love when the pack in
Old money still in the shoebox
Got some westside homies, no 2Pac
Give me two claps for the lowlife
Gotta a lot of love for the Eastside
You know it, you know it, you know it
Baby I feel that I'm chosen
Leading the way like I'm Moses
Feel that I'm one in a million
Running it up for my children
Real niggas stepped in the building
You feel me
Pour me another, I double it up
Give her the dick and she gobble it up
Keep me a blick, and I'm keeping it tucked
Where is your money? I heard that you stuck
Loving you highly unlikely
All my teeth shine like a brightening
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Writer(s): Sean Speaks
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