NDA Song Details:
NDA Lyrics
Hitkidd!
What it do, Man?
Aye!
I ain’t perfect
But anything i did to any of you n!ggas
Why all deserved it
You see me in that mode
Don’t disturb me when i’m working (Yeah!)
Lil’ b!tch you better back up
Don’t know what be in these purses (Blaow)
And i ain’t say, “Excuse me”
‘Cause i did that sh!t on purpose
Yeah! you see a star up in this b!tch
You know i brought a hundred black cars in this b!tch
Knees freak, I don’t like nobody touching on my sh!t
So you know i had to bring my own bottles in this b!tch
Aye! aye! Aah!
Riding by myself, Shopping bag in the backseat
N!ggas with the money to they ear don’t attract me
Fly out the country, Let a prince n!gga bag me
Nympho, Wanna do a n!gga pockets nasty (Aah!)
B!tches hating on me, But it’s cool, N!ggas love me
Body banging, I ain’t had to let the doctor cut me
Sick of being humble, ‘Cause you b!tches don’t respect that
And the next one of why all h0es wanna get bold
I’m gone check that
And the next one of why all blogs wanna spread lies
I’m gone sue you (Yeah!)
And the next b!tch that break my nda, They going for you too
Now listen to me, I’m giving you b!tches a warning
You gone have to pay me forever tryna be corny
Aye! i’m from the city of the drink sippers
Sliding, Riding paint drippers (Yeah!)
B!tches so bad, Got the famous n!ggas stage dippers (Baow)
P0pping all the music, So you know i’m kinda screwed up
Know i’m screwed up
Wrist so icy, Turn a drank into a cool cup (Yeah!)
Going through so some sh!t, So i gotta stay busy
Bought a ‘rari, I can’t let the sh!t
I’m thinking catch up with me (Yeah! catch up with me)
If they say the see me outside of a bookie
Then that was kizzy (Aah!)
Barely be at home, But i still put on for my city
Damn, Where the real b!tches at?
I’m finna bring real b!tches back (Aye! aye!)
Where’s all the real n!ggas at?
Free the guys, Bring the real n!ggas back (Aye! aye!)
Damn, Where the real b!tches at?
I’m finna bring real b!tches back
Where’s all the real n!ggas at?
Free the guys, Bring the real n!ggas back (Aah!)
How many more ways can i say that i’m the baddest b!tch?
I walk in and b!tches grab they n!gga, That’s a compliment
‘Cause you know in his head he wanna spread me
Like a condiment (Aah!)
He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
You know i keep it realer than real
Ain’t sh!t about me fraudulent
They take all the hate that they got for me
And they market it when they sh!t ain’t p0pping
They using megan for marketing (Yeah!)
And they ain’t got enough in they budget for me
To talk to them (No)
I know you h0es wish that i would get down and stay down
I won’t!
B!tch, Make a move or keep that sh!t up on the playground
‘Cause i ain’t finna stop until i make it to the tin-Nop
And i do everything that all my haters said i could not
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
And it look like a sign just be sliding on my wrist watch (Aah!)
I hope that you ain’t shopping when i’m shopping
You get kicked out
I gotta watch my back, ‘Cause i forget that i’m the sh!t now
I walk up in the studio p!ssed off and lay that sh!t down
Matter fact, Wait, Stop, B!tch, I really rap
I be quick to check you pu$$y b!tches like a pap
Kill a b!tch, All i need is a pistol and a pad
Let me get the beat, So they remember who i am
Damn, Where the real b!tches at?
I’m finna bring real b!tches back (Aye! aye!)
Where’s all the real n!ggas at?
Free the guys, Bring the real n!ggas back (Aye! aye!)
N!gga, Damn, Where the real b!tches at?
I’m finna bring real b!tches back (Aye! real b!tches back)
Where’s all the real n!ggas at? (Aye! aye!)
Free the guys, Bring the real n!ggas back (Aah!)