NDA Lyrics – Sexyy Red

Read the full NDA lyrics by Sexyy Red from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore YOP (U Wit a Star) and Call Your Name, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro: S*xyy Red & DJ Holiday]
(Holiday season)
(A n!gga good)
Yeah, yeah
(Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Holiday season) Huh
It’s S*xyy

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
This coochie require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NBA (I don’t care)
These lil’ n!ggas talk too much today (What the fu*k?)
If you gon’ run your fu*king mouth, I’d rather have the pay (Oh)

That’s why this coochie here require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NFL
This coochie good, I know a n!gga gon’ always kiss and tell
But if he do, he gon’ be hearing from me in the mail
B!tch, go to hell (B!tch)

[Verse 1: S*xyy Red]
I-I know it’s good, bae, but why you gotta snitch on me? (Like why?)
And stop telling all these people I’m your b!tch, homie (Stop)
You looking lamе as fu*k, that’s why I want your big homie (Na-na)
You will never fu*k again, act likе you don’t know me (Loser)
How-how you mad at me for all this s*it you did, homie? (You did)
I knew I should’ve never responded when you slid on me (Damn)
Ignore the signs all the time, but it just dawned on me (It just dawned)
A-anybody ask about it, I’ma say that you lying on me (On Blood)
Can’t be on your phone around me, I ain’t trusting s*it (No)
I-I know the game, you tryna fu*k and take a sneaky pic (Ho)
I-I got a pen and some paper, you finna sign this s*it (Right now)
Ain’t finna send me to no group chat, I’ma sue you, b!tch (Baow)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
This coochie require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NBA
These lil’ n!ggas talk too much today
If you gon’ run your fu*king mouth, I’d rather have the pay

That’s why this coochie here require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NFL
This coochie good, I know a n!gga gon’ always kiss and tell
But if he do, he gon’ be hearing from me in the mail
B!tch, go to hell (B!tch)

[Verse 2: S*xyy Red]
You a lil’ sneaky motherfu*ker (Come shake my hair, dog)
I should’ve knew I couldn’t trust you (Knew I couldn’t trust you; damn, damn)
You talk too much, I want your brother (I want your brother)
But-but it’s cool, I still love ya
Ain’t texting, you nothing crazy ’cause you might be tryna show your friends
N!ggas always tryna brag, thinking they gon’ be my man (Never)
I’m the big dog in this s*it, I got the upperhand
Better play your role, shut your mouth, do you understand? Huh? (Baow, baow)
Don’t mention me in s*it, don’t bring me up in no interview
Matter fact, don’t ever like a P (Okay)
I don’t trust a n!gga, they always hating on top, but they tryna trap a b!tch (Hater)
You blowing up my spot, damn, all I wanted was a lil’ d!ck

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
This coochie require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NBA (I don’t care)
These lil’ n!ggas talk too much today (The fu*k?)
If you gon’ run your fu*king mouth, I’d rather have the pay (Oh my G—)
That’s why this coochie here require a NDA
I don’t care that you play for the NFL
This coochie good, I know a n!gga gon’ always kiss and tell
But if he do, he gon’ be hearing from me in the mail
B!tch, go to hell (B!tch)