Dondada Lyrics

You want bombaclat ramp with me

You know me

I am the original dondada

Fresh up out that grease, this shit here sweet and tangy

Dondada, feeling like fuck a nigga, I just need the payment

One shot em, face gon hit the ground

Nigga gon grease the pavement

Laser beam, this bitch came from my dawg

But it still fit the groove

Ain't tryna do it

But shit if my dawg gone then I ain't got shit to lose

My temper hot

I'll see a nigga and blitz, can't keep a nigga cool

I got the address from this opp hoe

Damn this nigga bitch a fool

In my ear like "What you doing?"

She tryna make some plans

Rolling like 2 blunts up, finna hit my come and save her dance

The trap got an assortment, walking in this bitch like Legoland

Them crackas tried to extort me

Yeah that shit right there'll make a man

I walk round with a big ass cannon on me

Like I'm Megaman

Infinite, can't count me out

So that mean it's never ending

Shoebox money hard to count

Put it up, ion never spend it

Real trapper, Mr. T

YS on a golden pendant

Never sugarcoat the business

Never fold, never bended

Leatherface I terrorize the city, yeah I need blood now

Fuck all of that meditation shit, I need some drugs now

Niggas got them Ps for like 900, but they bubbed out

Mans don't wanna come up that house

Then he'll get drug out

That's yo bitch? Oh yeah?

Ian even notice way she feeling on me

I want that boy head on top a plate

I told em bring it to me

Me and Kam gon run that lil shit up just like we Mitch and Tony

I mean Mitch and Ace

Nigga creep, we hit his face

Hit the liquor store, if that bitch closed then we gon hit the bar

Fight broke out, I went a popped the trunk

I'm tryna flip the car

Ion even think I got like everybody, I'm tryna find his homie

Kam, you need some ammo? Hit the glove

What you want, 9 or 40?

Ian high, so let's fix that

Nigga crying, want his bitch back

I crossover, pull up from the logo and expose the mismatch

Nigga upset he can't be me

He can't up? That's a GG

I be up, at the BP

Gettin grabs from habibi

Climb the ladder, like a treehouse

Makin plays out at treehouse

Smoke a jay, cut a tree down

In that box, very scary

Shackled up, Mary Mary

Crawled my way up out that hole

Felt like I was dead buried

Bitch you pulled that foul ass shit

You know you dead wrong

Ian speaking on that shit too much, ain't no more sad songs

Imma stand on top that kitchen floor until that bag gone

I like to spend money on my bitch, I bring that bag home

Bring that bag home, bring that bag home

Kitchen floor until that bag gone

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