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young m.a – don diva lyrics

[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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