Don Dada

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(Turn the beat)
 I fill the net, pink lace on the Gucc' boots
 Smellin' good with a stanky attitude
 This a thirst quencher, your lips on the boots
 Tell me, how you tryna get all the goods with no juice?
 Diva, puffin' sativa
 Full grown, a bad bitch, a keeper
 Dark skin, a savage, a reaper
 This is my house, that's word to Latifah
 Hit the double take, I've been great and still Cakes
 Miss Problem, ain't you, you've been late
 No phonies, no biters, no fakes
 I'ma blow a kiss to these hoes, fuck the handshake
 Shawty's been the truth, that's me with the scoop
 I'm a real terrorist, tic-tic with the boom
 All these scallywags in drags want to loot
 Recognize a don dada when you hear them in the booth
 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 See you the don dada
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 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 Might've fucked your mans, I would never fuck you
 Little kitty keep a cutie, alley cat is in the room
 Trade around my way, foot and whip it up the stoop
 Now he knockin' off of zooms, skinny dippin' in the pool
 Ooh, Lifesaver, hey! What's your flavor?
 Got a taser that cut like the razor
 This the kiss of death, a tongue you will savor
 Moving so precise that their hands on Malaysia
 Drip in any weather, you hoes far from clever
 There's a foot on vendetta, Kronk, pull the lever!
 Pick your rhyme schemes, they not me, I've been better
 Flow softer than marshmallows and goose feathers
 Want my spot, can't fill my quota
 Pop my shit from off the sofa
 All you dick riders on my body like vultures
 You did it for the clout, I did it for the culture
 See you the don dada
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 I'm tryna get pipe, put the call in to the plumber
 Inches from an eight, that's word to Bugz Gutta
 I only say it once, a bad bitch never stutter
 I don't play with little kids, little nigga, get your mother
 Got no time for subs, got no time for wasting
 Heard you got the virus, no time for tasting
 Chillin' in my crop top, more room for basting
 Resist a bad bitch, if you don't know my reputation
 Tryna run 'em up, tight pussy in the summer
 Gotta keep it real so you never gotta wonder
 Do it like Kim, jump off from a Hummer
 Don't confuse with me no others 'cause I'm all about my numbers
 Get check, feet check, good box, safe bet
 Your ship, eject, that's a fucking reject
 We are not the same, you ain't fucking with my intellect
 So your best bet is just to keep it on the internet
 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 See you the don dada
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 See you the don dada
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 Don diva, lips got a seizure
 Don dada, spit like the ether
 So naughty, team may believe her
 Once you leave her, you will try to keep her
 Don dada, spit like the ether
 Don diva, lips got a seizure
 Overseas, just get off the visa
 Tryna free cut, you will gotta eat her
 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 See you the don dada
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 See you the don dada
 You the don dada
 

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Duration
03:05
Key
6
Tempo
125 BPM

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