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Listen to Whole Lotta Choppas - Single by Sada Baby
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sada Baby
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casada Sorrell
Casada Sorrell
Lyrics
Cecil Glenn
Cecil Glenn
Composer
Stephen Gibson
Stephen Gibson
Composer
Marcus Coleman Black
Marcus Coleman Black
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Mixing Engineer
CoalCashBlac
CoalCashBlac
Producer

Lyrics

The Coal Cash Collection I'm bool Bang, bang, bang (ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one) Ooh, lil' bitch wanna ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Hm, get right beside me I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic Huh, she gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage And her grandmom related to the Winans Ooh, that's the shit that I like You a church girl, but you like Christ Hm, you ain't ever had pipe 'Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night Off a Perc', hm, off a Perc' pack Yeah, leave your bitch with a hurt back Where the work? Hm, where the work at? My young niggas weighing up to serve that They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass Scram, we just put them diamonds on your head Snitchin' ass nigga gave his momma 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 bank rollin' cookies on they ass I be in the 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 And if a 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 got me chokin', my nigga, I'm just tellin' Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you They wanna see me do my dance In these brand new VV chains Don't disrespect me and my gang Bang, T-shirt full of blood stains 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 You know 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 On my way 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, and that was you 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 Lil' bitch wanna ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Hm, get right beside me I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic Huh, she gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck 'bout her mileage And her grandmom related to the Winans They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass, huh
Writer(s): Cecil Glenn, Stephen Gibson, Casada Sorrell, Marcus Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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