Текст песни Don Dada - Mixed - Proper Villains , Cakes da Killa

I fill the net, pink lace on the Gucc' boots
Smellin' good with a stanky attitude
This a thirst quencher, your lips on the boots
Tell me, how you trynna get all the goods with no juice?
Diva, puffin' sativa
Full grown, a bad bitch, a keeper
Dark skin, a savage, a reaper
This is my house, that's word to Latifah
Hit the double take, I've been great and still Cakes
Miss Problem, ain't you, you've been late
No phonies, no biters, no fakes
Imma blow a kiss to these hoes, fuck the handshake
Shawty's been the truth, that's me with the scoop
I'm a real terrorist, tic-tic with the boom
All these scallywags in drags want to loot
Recognize a don dada when you hear them in the booth

See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada

Might've fucked your mans, I would never fuck you
Little kitty keep a cutie, alley cat is in the room
Trade around my way, [?] up the stoop
Now he knockin' off of zooms, skinny dippin' in the pool
Ooh, Lifesaver, hey! What's your flavor?
Got a taser that cut like the razor
This the kiss of death, a tongue you will savor
Moving so precise that their hands on Malaysia
Drip in any weather, you hoes far from clever
There's a foot on vendetta, Kronk, pull the lever
Pick your rhyme schemes, they not me, I've been better
Flow softer than marshmallows and goose feathers
Want my spot, can't fill my quota
Pop my shit from off the sofa
All you dick riders on my body like vultures
You did it for the clout, I did it for the culture

See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada

I'm trynna get pipe, put the call in to the plumber
Inches from an eight, that's word to Bugz Gutta
I only say it once, a bad bitch never stutter
I don't play with little kids, little nigga, get your mother
Got no time for subs, got no time for wasting
Heard you got the virus, no time for tasting
Chillin' in my crop top, more room for basting
[?] a bad bitch, if you don't know my reputation
Trynna run 'em up, tight pussy in the summer
Gotta keep it real so you never gotta wonder
Do it like Kim, jump off from a Hummer
Don't confuse with me no others 'cause I'm all about my numbers
Get check, feet check, good box, safe bet
Your ship, eject, that's a fucking reject
We are not the same, you ain't fucking with my intellect
So your best bet is just to keep it on the internet

See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada

Don diva, lips got a seizure
Don dada, spit like the ether
So naughty, team [?]
Once you leave her, you will try to keep her
Don dada, spit like the ether
Don diva, lips got a seizure
Overseas, just get off the visa
Trynna free cut, you will gotta eat her

See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada
See you the don dada
You the don dada