Aesop Sav - Mr. Ladi Dadi Da Lyrics

Ay, ah, ouu
Aye turn my headphones up a lil' bit bro
Yes sir, yeah yaa , ay ya
Aye ah aye
I feel like I hopped on a beat just like this before
Like a wolf we huff and puff until we in the door
Staten Island repping, and we coming for your spot
City got no love, now y'all crowding up the mall, ouu
Shout out to them,917, babies on the block
Spanish little mami, when she walk it, it go flop
When you see me in that tinted Benzo, make your heart stop
Imma pull up to the function, make no sound, and let it drop
Shh shh shhh
We gon let it drop
Aye, we gon make your heart stop
Ouu, Mr. Ladi Dadi Da, ya
Aye, check it, aye
Nine to five, them jobs been turning me into a fiend
She asked me if you don't make it in rap
What you gon be?
I told her I been hustling since I was little me
Don't you worry I'm the type to bounce right back and own a team
Aye
Life been getting rocky, so I intoxicate a lot
Ever since I lost my grandpa I been seeing spots
In my life that I hope heal with these thirteen dollar shots
When she drunk enough, she pull me to the bathroom, gimme top
Oh, she gon gimme sloppy top
Oh, off these thirteen dollar shots
Oh, Mr. Ladi Dadi Da, yeah
Aye, look
You call it cheddar cheese, bitch I call it Krispy Kreme
We both just might be gluttonous, but mine attracts the bees
Link up with the family, we got ties all oversees
Yes I got a stutter, it don't show up when I sing
Ouu
Baby like to rock them Louis V designer jeans
Cause she got that daddy money, happiness is all it seems
Posting on the gram and pushing Audi's on the street
If narcissism gets you high, ill be your drug like PCP
Ouu, ill be your drug like PCP
Ouu, be your drug like PCP, ya
Ill be your drug like PCP
Mr. La DaDaDa Yaa
Ouu, that shit got me hype

Ay, ah, ouu
Aye turn my headphones up a lil' bit bro
Yes sir, yeah yaa , ay ya
Aye ah aye
I feel like I hopped on a beat just like this before
Like a wolf we huff and puff until we in the door
Staten Island repping, and we coming for your spot
City got no love, now y'all crowding up the mall, ouu
Shout out to them,917, babies on the block
Spanish little mami, when she walk it, it go flop
When you see me in that tinted Benzo, make your heart stop
Imma pull up to the function, make no sound, and let it drop
Shh shh shhh
We gon let it drop
Aye, we gon make your heart stop
Ouu, Mr. Ladi Dadi Da, ya
Aye, check it, aye
Nine to five, them jobs been turning me into a fiend
She asked me if you don't make it in rap
What you gon be?
I told her I been hustling since I was little me
Don't you worry I'm the type to bounce right back and own a team
Aye
Life been getting rocky, so I intoxicate a lot
Ever since I lost my grandpa I been seeing spots
In my life that I hope heal with these thirteen dollar shots
When she drunk enough, she pull me to the bathroom, gimme top
Oh, she gon gimme sloppy top
Oh, off these thirteen dollar shots
Oh, Mr. Ladi Dadi Da, yeah
Aye, look
You call it cheddar cheese, bitch I call it Krispy Kreme
We both just might be gluttonous, but mine attracts the bees
Link up with the family, we got ties all oversees
Yes I got a stutter, it don't show up when I sing
Ouu
Baby like to rock them Louis V designer jeans
Cause she got that daddy money, happiness is all it seems
Posting on the gram and pushing Audi's on the street
If narcissism gets you high, ill be your drug like PCP
Ouu, ill be your drug like PCP
Ouu, be your drug like PCP, ya
Ill be your drug like PCP
Mr. La DaDaDa Yaa
Ouu, that shit got me hype