Whole Lotta Choppas
Sada Baby
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Whole Lotta Choppas
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[Intro] (The Coal Cash Collection) I'm bool Bang, bang, bang (Ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one) [Verse 1] Ooh, lil' bitch wan' ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Hmm, get right beside me I'ma get in that thang, get to slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic Huh, she gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck 'bout her milage And her grandmom related to the Winans Ooh, that's the shit that I like You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ Hmm, you ain't never had pipe Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night Off a Perc', hmm, off a Perc' pack Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back Where the work? Hmm, where the work at? My young niggas wakin' up to serve that [Chorus] They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass [Verse 2] Scram, we just put them dollars on your head Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin' 'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin' I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger These drugs ain't a joke, my nigga, I'm just tellin' you Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you [Chorus] They wanna see me do my thang In these brand-new VV chains Don't disrespect me and my gang Bang, t-shirt full of blood stains [Verse 3] Mmm, already had dirt on your name Now your best friend got a t-shirt of your name, dig that Big body swerve in your lane AK hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off your six-pack Like cinema, just hear the click-clack Now that's end of riff-raff, that's the end of the bullshit You know I got a full clip Hmm, walk out and use it Walked right past your bitch, I had to say, "Excuse me" Hmm, I thought she was a groupie Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy, huh Hmm, that was you, huh Huh, you wasn't on that couch, me and Uie Had bitches in the wop shakin' booty Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly, huh [Pre-Chorus] Lil' bitch wan' ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Hmm, get right beside me I'ma get in that thang, get to slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic Huh, she gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck 'bout her milage And her grandmom related to the Winans [Chorus] They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass (Huh)