Don Dada by Kodie Shane Lyrics
[Intro: Kodie Shane]
Dario, turn me the fuck up
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me
[Verse 1: Kodie Shane]
Tell 'em ask about me, if she ask about me
She might say I hit her once and left
She might say that I ain't shit
She might say I fucked her friend
She can say what she want 'cause she don't know shit
Ask about me
In class they used to laugh about me
Old teachers saying that they proud at me
Old bitches mad, now they frowin' at me
A lotta hoes wouldn't be who they was without me
I'ma just let them talk
My diamonds, they gon' talk
Rick Owens, I can't walk
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me
[Verse 2: Saucy Longwe]
He might be my son, I might be his father
Vivienne Westwood, and Moncler and the Prada
Get that for my bitch whenever she say she got a problem
Gotta check my agenda, I just might be bending over his daughter
I don't want your wifey, I just want your daughter
Came over in a white tee and took off her garments
Momma say I got a problem, get it from my father
At the airport, off a Xanax, I wasn't nauseous
Shawty want VV's and CC dawg
Put her in CC and double G, oh
At the airport off a double G, dawg
At the airport, I almost didn't leave home
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me
Dario, turn me the fuck up
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me
[Verse 1: Kodie Shane]
Tell 'em ask about me, if she ask about me
She might say I hit her once and left
She might say that I ain't shit
She might say I fucked her friend
She can say what she want 'cause she don't know shit
Ask about me
In class they used to laugh about me
Old teachers saying that they proud at me
Old bitches mad, now they frowin' at me
A lotta hoes wouldn't be who they was without me
I'ma just let them talk
My diamonds, they gon' talk
Rick Owens, I can't walk
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me
[Verse 2: Saucy Longwe]
He might be my son, I might be his father
Vivienne Westwood, and Moncler and the Prada
Get that for my bitch whenever she say she got a problem
Gotta check my agenda, I just might be bending over his daughter
I don't want your wifey, I just want your daughter
Came over in a white tee and took off her garments
Momma say I got a problem, get it from my father
At the airport, off a Xanax, I wasn't nauseous
Shawty want VV's and CC dawg
Put her in CC and double G, oh
At the airport off a double G, dawg
At the airport, I almost didn't leave home
[Chorus: Kodie Shane]
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
You better ask about me
I don't want your son, but I might fuck your daughter
Put her in Chanel, maybe buy her Prada
No, I'm not no nigga, but I'm the Don Dada
Tell 'em ask about me, ask about me