Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song T.D.A. , by - The Cool Kids. Release date: 14.09.2017
Song language: English
T.D.A. |
| Woah |
| My phone was off |
| I ain’t see yo call |
| I ain’t just tryin' to smash |
| I’m trying to do some yoga with you |
| I’m trying to watch insecure |
| Nah baby I don’t know that girl |
| I think she go with Kodak Black |
| Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you |
| Think of things you and I could do |
| We get sashimi |
| how she kicking your bitch out of the party whenever she see me |
| One and a two and a three and a four |
| Counting my scratch like I’m keying a car |
| What’s the occasion, why you at the bar with your friends |
| You wanna tell me again? |
| You know that it’s my birthday |
| My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades |
| Dress fitting right so I can show off my shape |
| I’m a couple glasses in, shaking ass on the table |
| Talking about it’s your birthday |
| (It's my birthday) |
| You ain’t gotta pay |
| (I ain’t gotta pay) |
| Oh you got a man? |
| (Yeah I got a man) |
| Where he at then? |
| (I dunno, I dunno) |
| It’s your birthday |
| (It's my birthday) |
| You got a new thang |
| (I got a new thang) |
| Bought a few friends |
| (Bought a few friends) |
| You want a new Benz? |
| (I want a new Benz) |
| Well work |
| New outfit and them heels match with it |
| Got your hair done now your nails getting painted |
| Its yo day, do yo thang |
| Babysitter with yo children |
| Fina quit with yo babydaddy get you a new nigga |
| Wassup, they ain’t matching up |
| I can see you from the front |
| ¿Cómo te llama? |
| You want it I got it |
| A couple of commas like hundreds of dollars |
| (A hundreds of dollars?) A thousand a dollars |
| I don’t even feel like talking about it |
| Work Work |
| Work like you wana run away or something |
| Buss like it’s your birthday on a Sunday |
| Work it out like you was hikin', runnin' |
| Grab your friend bring that drink and come hit up my function |
| Maybe gonna spend a lil money |
| Fifty’s and hundreds ain’t nothing |
| Strip out yo birthday suit |
| Where I can see that ass pose from the front end |
| Girl yeah you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind |
| Drop it down, it get ugly show them other girls, it’s nothing |
| Keisha, Neisha, Rhonda, Theresa |
| One hoe, two hoe, three hoes, I’m eating |
| She at the shows front row going stupid |
| The first time I met her |
| It might be the solid gold in my teeth |
| It might be the Valentines on my feet |
| Sock it to me |
| You did good baby (good job Larry!) |
| Woke up in the mansion real healthy livin' |
| On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims |
| Cars with no limit |
| Lobster tails, with a lil' lemon |
| Cracked my rim leaving Monterey hittin' 120 |
| Slide to the O hit my nigga OX, what it do |
| Baby I ain’t never met a women that was like you |
| That’s what I told her when I seen her |
| She lookin' like real some work |
| So it sucks for me to tell you that this’d never work |
| Damn |
| Goddamn |
| Sock it to me |
| Shit! |