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lirik lagu young m.a - don diva

[intro: young m.a]
hey, shawty thick, you know what i mean? ah~ah
let me show you what’s up mama?
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: young m.a & rubi rose]
little cutie~o with the booty, yo
she like to do her, i said, “do me though”
lil’ bougie hoe
i told her i’m a big dog like i’m scooby though
and i keep a glock ’cause it get spooky though (grr)
i don’t know that lame b~tch i’m like, “who the hoe?” (who that?)
big ice vv’s, just call me coolio (ooh, ooh)
the big don, 1942, julio (uh, uh)
first i beat a n~gga up then beat the coochie though (ooh, ooh)
big drip louie though (ooh)
yeah, she bad, but she gucci though (okay)
i could make that p~ssy sing like the studio (yeah, uh)
sing it to me, baby (sing it to me, ayy)
i’m tryna uber eat the p~ssy, bring it to me, baby (bring it to me, baby, yeah, rubi, yeah)

[verse 2: rubi rose & young m.a]
yeah, it’s rubi, baby (rubi, yeah)
i’m tryna f~ck you with this mask like a goonie, baby (uh, uh)
know you bumpin’ all my tunes like a looney, baby
i’m a bougie b~tch, can’t treat me like a groupie, baby (i ain’t no groupie, baby)
you a extra ass n~gga, you be at all my shows (all of ’em)
i switch up my n~ggas like i switch up my flows (switch)
fly me out to france, french tips on my toes (ride)
ride around like a boss (yeah), rubi rose in that rolls (yeah)
i’ma bad b~tch (yeah), i ain’t no busta rhymes
touch it, you can have it
this my new whip i pulled up in a carriage (skrr, skrr)
vv’s bustin’ on my neck look like carrots (okay, okay)
f~ck you like a rabbit (okay, okay)
’cause love ain’t no habit, no
[verse 3: young m.a & rubi rose]
if she bad i already had it (mm~hmm)
ain’t no need to get the pistol, i’m already packin’ (grr)
slim john, but she carryin’ a paddywagon (ooh)
she from the a, i said, “what’s good”, she said, “what’s hattnin’, hattnin’?” (what’s hattnin’, hattnin’?)
oh, you lit? she said, “yeah and that’s the patek flashin'” (okay)
ooh, i love the way you talk sh~t (okay)
i love the way your attitude is on some boss sh~t (okay)
80k for the cubans, but that don’t cost sh~t (it don’t cost sh~t)
’cause i’m a big dog (big dog)
hoes can’t tell me sh~t, i wear the big drawers (wear the big drawers)
shoot this rocket make a p~ssy n~gga lift~off (lift~off)
she a hottie little mami, but her wrist froze (ooh)
got ’em p~ssed off, ooh

[verse 4: rubi rose & young m.a]
hard~headed, but my lips soft (mwah)
hatin’ hoes, you the type to make his d~ck soft (yeah)
thoroughbred chick, help him get his bricks off
two~tone ap, show my wrist off (ice)
why he blowin’ up my phone? i be blowin’ bands (i be blowin’ bands)
both hands full of bands, ain’t no holdin’ hands (b~tch)
i don’t even want the n~gga, come get your man
i just made six figures on my onlyfans
ooh, he love the way i talk sh~t (he love that sh~t)
he love the way my attitude is on some boss sh~t (boss sh~t)
hunnid for the ap that don’t cost sh~t (i’m rich, b~tch)
’cause i’m the big diva
a n~gga can’t tell me sh~t and a b~tch either (nah)
my purse hold the big bands and a little nina (okay)
i’m a hottie little mami, but the wrist freezin’
[verse 5: young m.a]
man
f~ck your man, he a d~ck eater (yeah, hoe)
you be cheatin’, i be cheatin’ but i’m the big cheater (i’m a hoe)
the big cat, the big racks make ’em sick fever (ugh, ugh, ugh)
all black ‘vetty, pull up like the grim reaper (skrr)
blowin’ loud packs, stinkin’ like a gym sneaker
ooh, ’cause i be smokin’ dope sh~t
we in the back of that back doin’ grown sh~t (ooh)
she a boss, but in bed she do that hoe sh~t
i be like, “ooh, ooh, oh sh~t” (oh sh~t)
she a big freak (big freak )
but i’ma f~ck her, then i’m dippin’ like a six piece (six)
feelings on decrease, bank account on increase (okay)
b~tch, please (ooh)

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