Don Diva (feat. Rubi Rose)

Hey, shawty thick, you know what I mean? Ah-ah
Let me show you what's up mama?
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Little cutie-o with the booty, yo
She like to do her, I said, "Do me though"
Lil' bougie h-
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- I'm like, "Who the h-?" (who that?)
Big ice VV's, just call me Coolio (ooh, ooh)
The Big Don, 1942, Julio (uh, uh)
First I beat a n- up then beat the c- though (ooh, ooh)
Big drip Louie though (ooh)

Yeah, she bad, but she Gucci though (okay)
I could make that p- sing like the studio (yeah, uh)
Sing it to me, baby (sing it to me, ayy)
I'm tryna Uber Eat the p-, bring it to me baby (bring it to me, baby, yeah, Rubi, yeah)

Yeah, it's Rubi, baby (rubi, yeah)
I'm tryna f- 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-
Can't treat me like a groupie, baby (I ain't no groupie, baby)

You a extra ass n-, you be at all my shows (all of 'em)
I switch up my n- 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- (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- you like a rabbit (okay, okay)
'Cause love ain't no habit, no

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- (okay)
I love the way your attitude is on some boss sh- (okay)
80K for the Cubans, but that don't cost sh- (it don't cost sh-)
'Cause I'm a big dog (big dog)
H- can't tell me sh-, I wear the big drawers (wear the big drawers)
Shoot this rocket make a p- n- lift-off (lift-off)
She a hottie little mami, but her wrist froze (ooh)
Got 'em pissed off, ooh

Hard-headed, but my lips soft (mwah)
Hatin' h-, you the type to make his d- 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
I don't even want the n-, come get your man
I just made six figures on my OnlyFans

Ooh, he love the way I talk sh- (he love that sh-)
He love the way my attitude is on some boss sh- (boss sh-)
Hunnid for the AP that don't cost sh- (I'm rich, b-)
'Cause I'm the Big Diva
A n- can't tell me sh- and a b- either (nah)
My purse hold the big bands and a little Nina (okay)
I'm a hottie little mami, but the wrist freezin'

Man
F- your man, he a d- eater (yeah)
You be cheatin', I be cheatin' but I'm the big cheater (I'm a h-)
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-

We in the back of that back doin' grown sh- (ooh)
She a boss, but in bed she do that h- sh-
I be like, "Ooh, ooh, oh sh-" (oh, sh-)
She a big freak (big freak)
But I'ma f- her, then I'm dippin' like a six piece (six)
Feelings on decrease, bank account on increase (okay)
B-, please (ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Isaac Copeland, James Brooks, English Jonkieria
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