Robb Bank$ – Don Dadda lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
[?] love for da self (Yeah)

Catour, fuck it up

[Chorus]
Don dadda, top shotta, big papa
I wanna, I gotta, clothes dropper
Opp stopa, gun grabber (Pew), gotcha
Cubana, get some of my horchata
More fire, more kaya
Call me sire, stick by ya, script writer, not an actor
Tell ya momma, tell ya papa please catch fire
Top dollar, enough respect, and enough power

[Verse 1]
Kicking for your life, like you lost a limb
Yeah, I can do without the fake friends
Yeah, my brother lost his mind it's what me is
I got straight out my deathbed to live
Girl you can't fuck with me, a nigga take time
I'ma hit it once just to make up my mind
Ah, ya mother [?]
Exhibit my fits and I pimp out my rides (Yeah)
You get smoke like a cigarette, pills in your silhouette
I gave my ex my nuts said please refrigerate
Too many clones round, just make a mini me
We come and stick your tongue out and say replenish it

[Chorus]
Don dadda, top shotta, big papa
I wanna, I gotta, clothes dropper
Opp stopa, gun grabber (Pew), gotcha
Cubana, get some of my horchata
More fire, more kaya
Call me sire, stick by ya, script writer, not an actor
Tell ya momma, tell ya papa please catch fire
Top dollar, enough respect, and enough power

[Outro]
She said that, uhm... Your difficulties get in the way of you doing certain things, so there stunting you, uhh... Socially. You're not kinda able to make new friends and get to meet new people