Judah Weston – RA TA DIA (Extended) Lyrics

RA TA DIA (Extended) – Judah Weston Lyrics

Rah-rah, tah, tah-diah, hah, ooh

Rah-tah, tah-diah, tah, hah, ooh (Iso just made this beat and fuck your mom)

Rah, rah-tah, tah-diah

Iso fucked the mammy

Rah-tah-diah

Everything, everything rah-tah-diah (Yeah)

I don't know what that means, but rah-tah-diah

(Cut the cracks with it) In it

Yeah

Mama asked why I got scabs in it, I cut the crack with it

Put a pillow on the bed and push her back in it

It's not the stash with less than, like, forty racks in it

And I don't really like to rap, but I heard it's cash in it

So all the ladies that I know, put your ass out

And get your hair did

And when he tells you, "Come home," don't hear it

And when he tells you what to do, don't listen to him

Just put distance to him

All you ever really needed was assistance through it

Late night trip, lеt's go fuck up our Visa

Acid ten days straight in Ibiza

And marry a pretty little lady namеd Abeela

He asked me how I keep it crazy and keep textin', homie

I said, "The sextin', homie"

I seen her twice in clothes and three times naked, homie

Her pops love me 'cause I took him to my section, homie

Mama asked why I got scabs in it, 'cause I cut the crack with it

Put a pillow on the bed and push her fuckin' back in it

It's not a stash with less than, like, forty racks in it

And I don't really like to rap, but I heard it's cash in it, rah

I used to sell nicks in late July-vees

Now I'm on the flight to Dubai to talk to Saudis about millies

And you ain't feel these type of feelings

I'm leavin' like you in boxes, police think they know my dealings

On my block, I'm the topic, why they treat me like the villain?

I'm still killin', still sendin' money to the Jills

Fifty thousand for two shoes, I sent forty-two appeals

Beat his case, I ain't never played the bench, my mama knows I lost my sense

I bust my gun with my white face down, but I'm happy, I ain't repent

All the bros tryna make us use it

And if he tells me shoot my gun, then I'ma shoot him

I ain't never pickin' choosin', poppin' Percs 'cause I need something to jock

Free Cash and Dot, they was tryna leave somethin' up the block

She poppin' Molly rocks, this bitch a thot, she loves throwin' me twat

Free Danny, we went on capers off of Xannies

If she bad, I buy her panties, I still cut the crack with it

I made fifty on the road and I came back with it

We love bad women, money makes them act different

I like sad women 'cause they attach different

Mama knew what's up, she saw all of the scabs missin'

Mama asked why I got scabs in it, 'cause I cut the crack with it

Put a pillow on the bed and push her back in it

And it's not a fuckin' trap with, like, less than forty packs in it

Mama asked why I got scabs in it, 'cause I cut the crack with it

Put a pillow on the bed and push her fuckin' back in it

It's not the trap with less than, like, forty racks in it

And I don't really like to rap, but I heard it's cash in it, rah

Rah, rah, rah