Young M.A – Don Diva Lyrics ft. Rubi Rose

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Don Diva Lyrics by Young M.A ft Rubi Rose

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 bitch 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 pussy sing like the studio
Sing it to me baby
I’m tryna Uber Eat the pussy bring it to me baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s Rubi baby
I’m tryna fuck you with this mask like a goonie baby
Know you bumpin’ all my tunes like a looney baby
I’m a boujee bitch, 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 bitch, 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
Fuck 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’
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 pussy nigga lift off
She a hottie little mami, but her wrist frost
Got ’em pissed off

Hard headed, but my lips soft
Hatin’ hoes, you the type to make his dick 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
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 bitch either
My purse hold the big bands and a little nina
I’ma hottie little mami, but my wrist freezin’

Fuck your man
He a dick 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
‘Cause I be smokin’ dope 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 fuck her, then I’m dippin’ like a 6 piece
Feelings on decrease
Bank account on increase
Bitch please

Written by; Young M.A
Album/EP; Off the Yak

Young M.A Don Diva Lyrics