paroles de chanson Don Dada - C Woodz

I just put 20 thousand in Dogecoin
If that shit take off ima give my dawgs some coin
Yea
Uhh
Started off poor
Now I'm living lavish
Money don't excite me now
I get it by the cabbage
Patch me in I'm sour
I book flights when I'm landing
Ask me how I'm feeling
I'm feeling feeling gigantic
Ima big steeper
Big sipper
Don Dada
It's getting litty with pretty bitches
Bring the bottles
Ima Greek philosopher
Good with physics I'm Aristotle
Black shades and black shirt
I'm Johnny Bravo
You looking at the prince
And I ain't talking Saiyan's
Royalty flow through my bloodline that's amazing
God is the greatest
He blessed me cause I was patient
Niggas say connect but they ain't really that adjacent
Money green like piccolo
I ain't try and hit ya hoe
She just felt a nigga glow
Hit it like I'm Biggio
Did it on the top flow
Cause that's where she wanted to go
I could never not know
If she choosing me or my bro
I put her heart on ice
Now she cream when I put the cone in
Most of my niggas throwing up Cs
When they get to going in
Me, Tyler and Brent
Handle situations like grown men
And if it's not respected then
We spin the block and go again
My rent that's a Kobe
I'm a manu like Ganobli
Bad Italian bitch
She like the pasta with cannoli
If they wanna kick it when you ball
That's a goalie
Some of my friends got Patek's
And some got Rollie's
You talking to the lawgiver
Niggas pussy need a litter
Ima gangster that don't litter
I just went up 6 figures
Crazy how me getting money
Got niggas mad and bitches bitter
Stages to this shit here
And I ain't talking bout no caterpillars
On God

They judging me without no honor
I'm the one with high persona
Don't need no ppp loan I got that in the bank
Yea I just had to block a bitch
She was on some toxic shit
Talking bout my mama
And my homies on some coward shit
When it comes to my respect
It's really 0 tolerance
Cause I can go in my phone and pick 3 like a lottery
My new crib got a view of the city
That shit pretty
I know this bitch that love my dick from the back
She so litty
And she bad without a filter
She don't even need a filter
We in Paris at the Hilton
Talking bout us making millions
She love me and she like me
Yea she want to have my children
Told her that she gotta wait
Cause I'm bout to make a killing
Uhh
2007 I had a pistol to my whole face
I never folded
I put that bitch right back up in his face
Ima catch me a body
If a nigga try to come sideways
Niggas be bitches
They looking for attention nowadays
The reason inside me
I can't believe in nobody
Cause they got treason embodied
Tryna put evil inside me
Sometimes I wish it was really just 6 of me
So I can give my time and split all evenly
Still adjusting to the new crib
I'm bout to test it out
Please don't cause no scene in here
Cuz now I'm bout to put you out
That's that shit that I be on
Rarely that home alone
Still can use some time alone
Even when I'm tryna bone
I never Say Cheese unless we talking bout that provolone
I never have to write my wrongs
I write them in these fucking songs
On God again