Don Dada (Intro) Lyrics

"Wah gwan baby

Oh fa true now mon

Wea deh does be so mon

Aite aite cool it now cool it

Tre o'clock mon, we en route

Aite now, link up

Link up mon"

Look

Don dada tell these niggas I'm a problem

We gon let they ass come thru and we gon rob em like some rastas

My boys on go,

Any move I make they ass gone know

Cus if some happen to Kyliqq,

Then all these bitches gotta go

And I'm sliding like a shotta

Matter fact, the Don Dada

You'll think I was a ref

Cus them 50 shots I call em

I'm a Jamaican cat, dutty wine it up

then I take it back

Bitches be broke and they ain't never even touched a rack

I'm stacking up da money

I'm running up da funds

I'ma princess, but you know I still love da guns

My brother down in Florida, he getting them packs in

And we ain't cutting no deals for da cheap

Fuck nigga

Bring them racks in

Aye, we ain't cutting no deals for da cheap

Fuck nigga bring them racks in

"Man who the fuck that is speeding down the block like that"

Aye,

We let off shots foreal

Any opposition, then we gotta kill

And Dre coming with me,

It don't matter if I sign a deal

God forgive me for my sins

My dawg was locked up innat pen

I had to make a couple moves, so we could get another win

I make music for da trap bitches, make em feel good

Got boujee bitches banging trap music, make em feel hood

Them niggas took Lakeel, and I guess thought we forgot

24 hours later, Lakeel dawg spent up on yo block

That nigga took Lakeel, and he thought that shit was sweet

My brothers want retaliation, so they swept em off his feet

And all I gotta say is if you spin, we double back

We can't take no more losses

Can't take no wolves up out our pack

And if these niggas ever take me, tell my momma that I love her

Biggest blessing in my life and I won't put no one above her

Yeah I love da trap, but I be chilling,

That's foreal

Laying low, praying to God

I just hope I sign a deal

And I'm a female,

So I know these niggas don't take me serious

I just get up innat Beamer & take off

Like fast and furious

I love da money cars & clothes, forget about these niggas

I hold this glock close to my waist and ian scared to pull da trigger

I'm smoking on this ganja, laid back

I got my feet up

My tape hotter than hell's kitchen

Tell these niggas turn their heat up

Know a couple niggas envy me, young female on my shit

Niggas acting like bitches and they prolly taking dick

Kyliqq gon blow

Fuck whoever don't see the vision

I was playing round and shit but now I'm focused on the mission

The Jamaican Don Dada

I'ma win & you gone lose

A hoe ain't never stepped to me

Cus I'll beat em out their shoes

Bitch

The Jamaican Don Dada

Call me Top Shotta

Fa true

Ya mon