The Return Of The Yung Don Dada (feat. Joseph Wilkes, Top Dollar)

[Hook x2: Joseph Wilkes]

I know you gon love it, everybody gotta

It's the return, of the Yung Don Dada

On your radio, ain't nothing hotter

It's Joseph Wilkes, and that Yung Don Dada

[Yungstar:]

I can travel fumble to fall, when ball on me

No striking out just throw me the rock, and watch the crowd no bleep

I'm small but tall on my feet, in the street better ask your friend

I ain't goin nowhere but around the world, yeah and I'm back again

With having ends is faxing in, with that Yung Don Dada

I signed a mill on my first album went platinum, 'fore "Wanna Be A Baller"

I'm a leader not follow, just staring at the reality of my rear view

Show you what going down here the time, just like a sneak preview

Thanks to Screw got G's and food, break the bank the legal way

In and out with large amounts, took gavel to Kappa for winter baby

Repping our state on inches, baby we balling out of control

Stop riding Excursions no Lexus, 24 foot roll get off the road

Millennium drove millennium low, millennium drove

Who wanna play with the CEO, who wanna play on 24's

Mama said everytime they swing, block and weave and then unload

There is no I in team, for two year dreams and get you gold

[Hook x2]

[Yungstar:]

I spit out that real shit quick, unexpected like screwing

Get out real quick, if I'm ever arrested for doing it

Cause adolescent I influence, now pick up your pad and ruin it

I done everything I want, so being jacked by two kids

I'm not new to this I'm true to this, if you start it I'ma finish

Pat told you playas and gangsta too, starched in some origin

If you name it I could claim, from Main to Spain I shop

Not only I-10's the route, so be surprised when we jump out

It's lunch time cock far like Martin, it's crunch time

You need me to keep the water boiling, then I make it off one rhyme

Cause I know one mo' time, playing a game and it's over

So you can picture me rolling holding, Lamborgini do's on the Rover

Ain't no telling what I mean, you know I stay popping tags

And only shoes the shirt the hat, with the fragrance to match

With Supa Dave on the track, and (Joseph Wilkes) on the vocals

Thanks to Screw to a hood near you, you already know how it go so

[Hook x2]

[Top Dollar:]

I swing wide, and sit low

Turn your head, come on your hoe

Southwest H-Town, nigga what

Topdollar.com, bigger nuts

Pick a cut, spice lane to the brain

I'm gutter boy everyday, all day

See me top down, high looking good

Pop the trunk, we getting paid in the hood

Networking, leaving seeds on the street

Boy you know, it's Supa Dave on the beat

Top Dollar, yeah I'm straight out the leaf

Beach nut boy, we got heat

[Hook x2]

[talking:]

There you have it, the return of the Yung Don Dada

Brought to you, by Alpha II Entertainment

And yours truly, your boy Big Face Tulu

And Chill Will, beat for that U.N. Click

Supa Dave, keeping it hot

And that star machine, what's up Rock