Don Dada

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Cakes da Killa - Rap, East Coast Rap

Don Dada

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[Verse 1] (Play the beat) I'm feeling it, pink lace on the Gucc' boots Smellin' good with a stank attitude This a thirst quencher, lips on the brew 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, it's still Cakes Miss Problem, and you, you been late No phonies, no biters, no fakes I'ma blow a kiss to these hoes, fuck a handshake Shorty's been the truth, it's me with the scoop I'm a real thoroughbred, tick-tick with the boom All these scallywags in drags want the loot Recognize a don dada when you hear one in the booth, ooh [Chorus] See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada [Verse 2] Might've fucked your mans, I would never fuck you Little kitten, keep it cute, an alley cat is in the room Trade around my way, flirting with me off the stoop Now he mackin' off a zoom, skinny dippin' in the pool Ooh, Life Saver, hey, what's your flavor? Got a taser that cut like the razor This a kiss of death, a tongue you will savor Moving so precise like the hands on Malaysia Drip in any weather, you hoes far from clever This a full-on vendetta, Kronk, pull the lever Peeped 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 [Chorus] See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada [Verse 3] I'm tryna get piped, put the call in to the plumber Inches from an ape, that's word to Bugz Gutta Only say it once, a bad bitch never stutter I don't play with lil' kids, lil' 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 Research a bad bitch if you don't know my reputation Tryna run amuck, 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 Hair check, feet check, good box, stay wet Your shit, 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 [Chorus] See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada [Bridge] Don diva, lips gotta tease you Don dada, spit like the ether So naughty, teenage Lolita Once you meet her, you will try to keep her Don dada, spit like the ether Don diva, lips gotta tease you Overseas, just here off the visa Tryna freak her, you will gotta eat her [Chorus] See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada See you the don dada You the don dada

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  • Rashard Caliel Bradshaw