Yungstar - The Return of the Yung Don Dada lyrics

[Hook: Joseph Wilkes - 2x] 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 - 2x] [Yungstar] I spit out that real sh** 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 co*k 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 - 2x] [Top Dollar] I swing wide, and sit low Turn your head, come on your hoe Southwest H-Town, n***a 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 - 2x] (*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