April Fools/Dirty Diana
Always tripping
Yeah, you're always tripping
Yeah, you're always tripping on something
Hey, you're always tripping
She like "who you with?" but (bitch) I been all by my lonely
Don't sleep lil baby, wake up, hey
You gotta eat baby, get your weight up, hey
But if you bad then I might break the rules, hey
But I might catch you playing, April fools, hey
But I might catch you
Walking
Out the
Door
After
All she
Coming
Home
I just
Wanna
Let you
Know
I say I'm going up and now she wanna drop it low
And that's life (that's life)
And that's trife (damn, that's trife)
Hell yeah, I still can't turn a hoe to a housewife
Niggas want the cheese, I had to take a couple mouse bites
And she love my songs
And she love my songs
That's her favorite part
She gon' sing along
She don't know what's wrong
She gon' play along
She gon' play my songs
She gon' say I'm on
I'ma cut that off
I don't play b-ball but Ima run it home
She's a runner, though
I'ma punt it, oh
She say "what's that song?"
Yeah, she heard me on the radio
Hey, I got ways to go
I get lifted, bitch I can't be low
Hey, I got a stage to go
Hey, I got thangs to do
And she love my beats
And she love my weed
And she love my teeth
And she want me beat
I want collard greens
And she such a freak
Need psychiatry, aye, hey
Splashing with my brother like Curry and Klay
I broke down the numbers and she was amazed
Gassing out like rubber when I pump it, aye
When I- when I pump it, aye (Tory, Tory, can you come here?)
Bitch it's big Montana
Keep a bag like Santa
Sipping on that green
Purple, David Banner
This bitch is a scammer
Nail her with this hammer
Kill the cat like Hannah
Sip dirty Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
You keep flexing with them chips, you ain't buying nothing
You keep testing with the stick, you ain't trying nothing
Yeah, she says I got that drip, baby I'm a flood
Get pesos, that's all that I know
She a stank hoe, I put the gang on
Want a bankroll, I just want brain though
We can't date, no, I can't put the ring on
iPhone 8 Plus, I can't put the ring on
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Hey, I can't put the ring on
Hey, hell yeah, I can't put the ring on
Yeah, you're always tripping
Yeah, you're always tripping on something
Hey, you're always tripping
She like "who you with?" but (bitch) I been all by my lonely
Don't sleep lil baby, wake up, hey
You gotta eat baby, get your weight up, hey
But if you bad then I might break the rules, hey
But I might catch you playing, April fools, hey
But I might catch you
Walking
Out the
Door
After
All she
Coming
Home
I just
Wanna
Let you
Know
I say I'm going up and now she wanna drop it low
And that's life (that's life)
And that's trife (damn, that's trife)
Hell yeah, I still can't turn a hoe to a housewife
Niggas want the cheese, I had to take a couple mouse bites
And she love my songs
And she love my songs
That's her favorite part
She gon' sing along
She don't know what's wrong
She gon' play along
She gon' play my songs
She gon' say I'm on
I'ma cut that off
I don't play b-ball but Ima run it home
She's a runner, though
I'ma punt it, oh
She say "what's that song?"
Yeah, she heard me on the radio
Hey, I got ways to go
I get lifted, bitch I can't be low
Hey, I got a stage to go
Hey, I got thangs to do
And she love my beats
And she love my weed
And she love my teeth
And she want me beat
I want collard greens
And she such a freak
Need psychiatry, aye, hey
Splashing with my brother like Curry and Klay
I broke down the numbers and she was amazed
Gassing out like rubber when I pump it, aye
When I- when I pump it, aye (Tory, Tory, can you come here?)
Bitch it's big Montana
Keep a bag like Santa
Sipping on that green
Purple, David Banner
This bitch is a scammer
Nail her with this hammer
Kill the cat like Hannah
Sip dirty Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Diana
You keep flexing with them chips, you ain't buying nothing
You keep testing with the stick, you ain't trying nothing
Yeah, she says I got that drip, baby I'm a flood
Get pesos, that's all that I know
She a stank hoe, I put the gang on
Want a bankroll, I just want brain though
We can't date, no, I can't put the ring on
iPhone 8 Plus, I can't put the ring on
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Joke's on
You
Hey, I can't put the ring on
Hey, hell yeah, I can't put the ring on
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Maldonado
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