Don Diva歌詞

作詞 : Katorah Marrero/James Brooks/Isaac Copeland/3k
作曲 : Katorah Marrero/James Brooks/Isaac Copeland
Hey, something a-nah-mean-ah-ha
What's up, what's up mama?
Hey, hey, hey
Little cutie-o with the booty, yo
She like to do her, I said do me though
Little boujee hoe
I told her I'm a big dog like I'm Scooby though
And I keep a glock 'cause it get spooky though
I don't know that lame ***** I'm like who the hoe?
Big ice VV's, call me Coolio
The big don 1942, Julio
First I beat a nigga up
Then beat the coochie though
Big drip Louie though
Yeah she bad, but she Gucci though
I could make that ***** sing like the studio
Sing it to me baby
I'm tryna Uber Eat the ***** bring it to me baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Rubi baby
I'm tryna **** you with this mask like a goonie baby
Know you bumpin' all my tunes like a looney baby
I'm a boujee *****, can't treat me like a groupie baby
You a extra ass nigga, you be at all my shows
I switch up my niggas like I switch up my flows
Fly me out to France, french tips on my toes
Ride around like a boss Rubi Rose in that Rolls
I'ma bad *****, I ain't no Busta Rhyme
Touch it you can have it
This my new whip I pulled up in a carriage
VV's bustin' on my neck look like carrots
**** you like a rabbit
'Cause love ain't no habit
If she bad I already had it
Ain't no need to get the pistol, I'm already packin'
Slim John, but she carryin' a paddywagon
She from the A, I said what's good she said what's happ'n happ'n?
Oh you lit? She said yeah, that's the Patek flashin'
Ooh
I love the way you talk shit
I love the way your attitude is on some boss shit
80K for the Cubans, but that don't cost shit
'Cause I'ma big dog, hoes can't tell me shit, I wear the big drawers
Shoot this rocket make this ***** nigga lift off
She a hottie little mami, but her wrist frost
Got 'em pissed off
Ooh
Hard headed, but my lips soft
Hatin' hoes, you the type to make his **** soft
Thoroughbred chick, help him get his bricks off
Two toned AP, show my wrist off
Why he blowin' up my phone, I be blowin' bands
Both hands full of bands, ain't no holdin' hands
I don't even want the nigga, come get your man
I just made six figures on my OnlyFans
Ooh
He love the way I talk shit
He love the way my attitude is on some boss shit
100 for the AP that don't cost shit
'Cause I'm the big diva
A nigga can't tell me shit and a ***** either
My purse hold the big bands and a little nina
I'ma hottie little mami, but my wrist freezin'
Man
**** your man
He a **** eater
You be cheatin'
I be cheatin'
But I'm the big cheater
The big cat
The big racks
Make 'em sick fever
All black vetty, pull up like the grim reaper
Blowin' loudpacks, stinkin' like a gym sneaker
Ooh
'Cause I be smokin' **** shit
We in the back of that back doin' grown shit
She a boss, but in bed she do that hoe shit
I be like ooh, ooh
Oh shit, she a big freak
But I'ma **** her, then I'm dippin' like a 6 piece
Feelings on decrease
Bank account on increase
OK
***** please
Ooh