Fredo Bang - Rada Rada lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Rada Rada lyrics]
(What are you? Who are you
The mob or somethin'?, It's a GD beat)
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hardbody)
I'm ballin' hard
Ain't gotta pass the ball
I don't need your sex at all
I done knocked down half the town
I don't need no pass around (yeah)
I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds
They think that I'm conceited
(They think that I'm conceited)
Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm
I gotta see it (yeah, yeah, yeah) , uh huh
You spend your rent, your water
Bill, your light bill too
Just on your bundles (On your bundles)
Babe, I'm a ape
I give you dick fresh out the jungle
(Fresh out the jungle)
I got shit, thеy tryna fuck me
Keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah"
You get a bag and want a baby
Wе could go half (Oh, oh)
Could turn you up, could turn you down
You get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Mickey D's when you
Can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my bitch but you
Don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra
(yeah)
I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys
(yeah) i'ma pick the money over
Bitches all the time
Why stress a bitch? This money
Got me feelin' fine
Rich bitch, I cut you off right now
You tell me you can't play the part
(yeah, yeah) bitch, I'm turnt up bad, I
Don't need your ass, i could have any whore
(yeah, yeah)
I got this shit on me right now
What the fuck I gotta be cappin' for?
(Got that shit on I) stripper bitch
I pissed that shit you clappin'
Your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on)
I got a bitch to line 'em up
And now she wonder where's the fire (Fire)
Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I
Be passin' in my ride (Ride)
She been sellin' that lil' pussy
She done ran up all her miles (Miles)
Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber
I can't believe that ho had tried
Could turn you up, could turn you down
You get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Mickey D's when you
Can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my bitch but you
Don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra
(yeah)
I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys
(yeah) i'ma pick the money over
Bitches all the time
Why stress a bitch? This money
Got me feelin' fine
The mob or somethin'?, It's a GD beat)
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hardbody)
I'm ballin' hard
Ain't gotta pass the ball
I don't need your sex at all
I done knocked down half the town
I don't need no pass around (yeah)
I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds
They think that I'm conceited
(They think that I'm conceited)
Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm
I gotta see it (yeah, yeah, yeah) , uh huh
You spend your rent, your water
Bill, your light bill too
Just on your bundles (On your bundles)
Babe, I'm a ape
I give you dick fresh out the jungle
(Fresh out the jungle)
I got shit, thеy tryna fuck me
Keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah"
You get a bag and want a baby
Wе could go half (Oh, oh)
Could turn you up, could turn you down
You get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Mickey D's when you
Can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my bitch but you
Don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra
(yeah)
I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys
(yeah) i'ma pick the money over
Bitches all the time
Why stress a bitch? This money
Got me feelin' fine
Rich bitch, I cut you off right now
You tell me you can't play the part
(yeah, yeah) bitch, I'm turnt up bad, I
Don't need your ass, i could have any whore
(yeah, yeah)
I got this shit on me right now
What the fuck I gotta be cappin' for?
(Got that shit on I) stripper bitch
I pissed that shit you clappin'
Your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on)
I got a bitch to line 'em up
And now she wonder where's the fire (Fire)
Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I
Be passin' in my ride (Ride)
She been sellin' that lil' pussy
She done ran up all her miles (Miles)
Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber
I can't believe that ho had tried
Could turn you up, could turn you down
You get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Mickey D's when you
Can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my bitch but you
Don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra
(yeah)
I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys
(yeah) i'ma pick the money over
Bitches all the time
Why stress a bitch? This money
Got me feelin' fine