Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Dada, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song BooPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Trill
Song language: English
Don Dada |
| It was me and you |
| Too deep in the 'lac |
| We survived homicides and the verbal attacks |
| I know, it hurts bad |
| We got purple for that |
| And it was more than one nigga in our circle got whacked |
| Choppa hit him in the side, he lay perfectly flat |
| Dirt on his cap, he be certained a nap |
| We know he, died a rat, we can’t hide a rat |
| I survived the trap, bitch I survived the trap |
| Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? |
| You’re like your father, but harder |
| Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? |
| You’re like your father, but harder |
| Brother say «go and get a scholar» |
| I told him do his thing man, I’m gonna get a yappa |
| I two way fight, he two-way head, we riders |
| More money more murder, Don Dadas and top shottas |
| Drop toppers in the Summertime, red bottles we floss |
| We cancel your ass just to cancel the toll |
| They say my father used to whoop niggas |
| I guess we different, 'cause I’d much rather cook niggas |
| And gon' flip 'em, I was lost as a kid, but I did dream millions |
| From a one-room shack, to fifty-feet ceilings |
| Interrogated I’m on top of the charbroiled |
| With Boss Man written under of my photo |
| Wise guy too smooth, I play chess, nigga |
| The system picked the wrong card out the deck niggas |
| So I flip the ace, and I hold it to her face |
| Card came home, got the wraith, boy |
| I’m a |
| Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? |
| You’re like your father, but harder |
| Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? |
| You’re like your father, but harder |
| Orchestrated the operation, ran like the Mafia |
| Cheap talk never ever bothered us |
| Fuck niggas watching us, the Feds prolly follow us |
| In an altercation sonny go and load them choppas up, we popping up |
| Popping up the rock-runner |
| Still doing dirty work |
| We will turn a nigga block into December 31st |
| Body after body bag, crime scene another hearse |
| Before you get away with disrespect you will get murdered first |
| Momma said our baby boy should have been a lawyer |
| Until she get that phone call, said I need a lawyer |
| Convict at nineteen, it could have went farther |
| But I’m a born criminal similar to my father |
| Be a brave gangsta, real Don Dada |
| Mobster, you choppa shotta, survivor |
| Riding through the trenches with a choppa and a Bible |
| My ambitions as a rider |
| Banks, pussy |
| Cynic and shit |
| Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? |
| You’re like your father, but harder |
| Don Dada |
| Don Dada type lifestyle, you already know how we livin', nigga |
| I went in the hood the other day, OG told me that you just like your pops, nigga |
| Like your father, but harder |
| You’s a Don Dada |
| We riding front the play or nothin' nigga |
| Bout to go get that jet money after this album |