Don Diva (Explicit)

作词 : 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 **** 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