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wizdawizard - don dadas lyrics

[intro: wizdawizard]
grrah
bah, bah, bah
ayy
free that yurda gang
free blood
y’all know how we rockin’
i’m on that f+ck sh+t
real zone 10 baby, yeah, we run sh+t
f+ck n+gga
(grrah)

[chorus: wizdawizard]
four k!llers on the private jet and we eatin’ lobster (lobster)
double+m yurda gang, we them don dadas (don dada)
top shotta, sweep a n+gga ass off your f+ckin’ roster (bah, bah, bah)
chopper go ba+ra+pa, n+gga, this that heart stopper (grrah)
i’m in the back of the maybach, i got my fifth on me (fifth on me)
fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil’ homie (fifty rounds)
chase a n+gga ass down with that stick, lil’ homie (come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin’ through your sh+t, lil’ homie (boom, boom, boom)

[verse 1: wizdawizard]
body bags and toe tags, i’m on that dumb sh+t (dumb sh+t)
bend your block with a chop, i’m on that f+ck sh+t (f+ck sh+t)
f+ck where you from, red rum, b+tch, we slump sh+t (slump sh+t)
real zone 10 baby, b+tch, we hunt sh+t (comе here)
take him down, takе him down, that’s a headshot (bah, bah, bah)
get up on that boy ass close, that’s a facetime (facetime)
my n+ggas fiendin’ for them bodies, so we don’t waste time (waste time)
i’m hittin’ your b+tch from the back, grippin’ her waistline (waistline)
lay in your bushes with a chop, we call that playtime (grrah)
free them shooters, free them shooters, we don’t drop dimes
reagan got dropped, two n+ggas died, y’all still ain’t slide (what the f+ck?)
who the f+ck say we be hidin’? b+tch, we stay outside
i be cruisin’ through this b+tch with murder in my eyes
that’s a dead n+gga, bah, another homicide (homicide)
that’s a dead n+gga, bah, another homicide (that n+gga dead)
yellow tape, white chalk, lil’ buddy got fried (grrah)
[chorus: wizdawizard]
four k!llers on the private jet and we eatin’ lobster (lobster)
double+m yurda gang, we them don dadas (don dada)
top shotta, sweep a n+gga ass off your f+ckin’ roster (bah, bah, bah)
chopper go ba+ra+pa, n+gga, this that heart stopper (grrah)
i’m in the back of the maybach, i got my fifth on me (fifth on me)
fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil’ homie (fifty rounds)
chase a n+gga ass down with that stick, lil’ homie (come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin’ through your sh+t, lil’ homie (boom, boom, boom)

[verse 2: est gee]
don’t even look twice or that’s your life, i got my bl!cky on me (bah, bah, bah, bah)
turn into sosa if he owe me, don’t even tempt me, tony (tempt me, tony)
7.62s left holes in dude the size of pepperonis (nah, big holes)
came up off fendi, i kept hittin’ the first brick he sold me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
“it ain’t no smoke, you know i’m broke,” that’s what an opp had told me (hit it)
it ain’t no passin’ ’til you smashin’, then i cl!ck it on me (then i hung up on that b+tch n+gga)
you know the dada from riata born without a conscience (without a conscience)
they don’t want no problems, know we violent, dump on n+ggas’ mamas (dump on n+ggas’ mamas)
f+ckin’ your thotty, she give sloppy, you wan’ hold her hostage (you hold her hostage)
wait ’til you sleep, she come to papi, she been in your pockets (she been in your pockets)
me and my partners flee the scene once it’s an empty cartridge
lil’ bro my artist, but he take sh+t out like bags of garbage (bags of garbage, ayy)
your boss is flaw, he caught a case and told, his rep is tarnished (lame+ass n+gga)
you think you t’d and i agree if that t stand for target (lame+ass n+gga)
look like i signed before i signed because my dog barkin’ (roof)
was in that field for real, now i’m on tv, shannon sharpe (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: wizdawizard]
four k!llers on the private jet and we eatin’ lobster (lobster)
double+m yurda gang, we them don dadas (don dada)
top shotta, sweep a n+gga ass off your f+ckin’ roster (bah, bah, bah)
chopper go ba+ra+pa, n+gga, this that heart stopper (grrah)
i’m in the back of the maybach, i got my fifth on me
fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil’ homie
chase a n+gga ass down with that stick, lil’ homie (come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin’ through your sh+t, lil’ homie (boom, boom, boom)

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