Don Diva Lyrics – Young M.A
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 ***
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 ***?
Big ice VV’s, call me Coolio
The big don 1942, Julio
First I beat a *** 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 ***, 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 ***
I love the way your attitude is on some boss ***
80K for the Cubans, but that don’t cost ***
‘Cause I’ma big dog, hoes can’t tell me ***, I wear the big drawers
Shoot this rocket make this *** *** lift off
She a hottie little mami, but her wrist frost
Got ’em *** 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 ***, come get your man
I just made six figures on my ***
Ooh
He love the way I talk ***
He love the way my attitude is on some boss ***
100 for the AP that don’t cost ***
‘Cause I’m the big diva
A *** 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 them sick fever
All black vetty, pull up like the grim reaper
Blowin’ loudpacks, stinkin’ like a gym sneaker
Ooh
‘Cause I be smokin’ *** ***
We in the back of that back doin’ grown ***
She a boss, but in bed she do that *** ***
I be like ooh, ooh
Oh ***, 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