Rip Dada Lyrics

If your dead ass daddy was here today

And he seen what you was doing what would he say

Bitch you're a crackhead's baby I can't relate

My name in everybody mouth 'cause they love how it taste

Lil bitches bitter 'cause their daddies in a swisher

I wasn't gon' respond but I get crazy off the liquor

You're fighting for a goofy trying to rape on your lil sister

How you keeping up with me and you can't even keep a nigga

He never said he loved you

Your man won't even fuck you

This bitch looks like a parasite surprised a nigga touched you

Or wait I guess he raped you

How yo' mama hate you

You die for validation 'cause a man won't date you

Okay I thought you was a big dyke

Biting on my tit type

Music started flopping now she wonder's what the dick like

She still think she's a nigga so the Femi couldn't sit right

Covering her wrist type

Suicidal bitch fight

Bad ass bitch and I'm smart as fuck

I think your daddy's kind of cute I might dig him up

You know I got a lil more space up in the blunt

I heard you just want to escape I'mma get what you want

If I was fucking on a nigga that couldn't even say he loved me I'd be insecure as fuck And I wouldn't let nobody trust me

It only take two things to get in reminiscent pussy

Be like yeah you like a dyke and you would eat a hairy cookie

I'm smoking on your daddy

Pussy come and get me

OD with that nigga 'for you live to see him sext me

And yeah I know I'm sexy

Your nigga wanna cuff me

And bitch I say you lucky you 'round everybody but me

Skinny mini but the body like a bottle

I could quit this shit right now and be a motherfucking model

I carry all the bitches so I'm walking with a waddle

Ain't no female touching Xella but it wouldn't be fun without you

But I thought you was a big dyke

Grabbing on my tit type

Music started flopping now she wonders what the dick like

She still think she's a nigga so the Femi couldn't sit right

Covering her wrist type

Suicidal bitch fight

Thought a hoe would get it

And I ain't finna keep dissing

I got 7 fucking disses

Only 4 was up for listen

A nigga think I'm tripping

'Cause I came out with the smithen

Big dog when I'm spitting

Bag up before we get ya

I'm really tired of trying with you bitches 'cause ya mental

I came up on 83rd I ain't gon bark until ya bitten

She think she's over me I asked the doggy is she kitten

Get my titty out ya mouth before I split ya like a vixen

I'm smoking on your daddy

Pussy come and get me

OD with that nigga 'for you live to see him sext me

And yeah I know I'm sexy

Your nigga wanna cuff me

And bitch I say you lucky you 'round everybody but me