Dirty Diana (Tball Solo)
Look at me, I'm in love
I finally found the right girl
Someone that I can spend my life with
Spend my nights with
Share my life with
Look, aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
Got a new flow popping, got bored wit the other one
What the fat guy said, we got another one
Feelin' like I'm Truman how I drop it on yo head-top
Callin' me young money how I go and make the bed rock
Boy stop it, girl I got it
Sittin' on too much, yeah I know I need to drop it
Snoozin' in the bed and somehow still be makin' profit
Yeah they tryna sell a story, but you know I never bought it
Aye I'm cuttin' up records in the three-two-five
Yeah they ask me how I'm doin, I'm just tryna survive
Yeah the life of the party, we turnin' up when I arrive
Got the city and the boys and a baddie on my side
I got no time to waste I thought I made it clear
Like a thug always crying wit'a little tatted tear
Yeah the bars and the lyrics and the image top tier
You lookin for who's next dog, I'm sittin' right here
Aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
Aye I'm busy makin' moves but you can see it on yo own
Yeah, I'm hittin' every genre, and I'm turnin' every stone
Yeah I'm busy catching buckets like I'm dicing up a zone
Right back in the booth, yeah that's where I feel at home
I ain't rapping bout no killing, or no drugs, or no guns
I ain't pointing the focus on someone killin' someone son
You pullin' a trigger, that means the streets already won
Go and chase yo dreams dog, you only get one
Yeah the sample got me bouncin' and I hope we can clear it
Yeah the pen been goin crazy dog I know y'all can hear it
Yeah they tryna match the flow, but they ain't gettin' nowhere near it
Yeah claiming its yo year, come on dog that's the spirit
Aye, rap in this generation got me feelin' sick
You know I never front dog; it almost made me quit
Auto-tune and trap drums yeah that's it
And actin' like they got it, I don't like it one bit
Aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
I told my therapist all my problems
And my therapist just said you're a bad bitch
You're a bad bitch and there's nothing we can do
We can't do shit
You're a bad bitch for life, c'mon
I finally found the right girl
Someone that I can spend my life with
Spend my nights with
Share my life with
Look, aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
Got a new flow popping, got bored wit the other one
What the fat guy said, we got another one
Feelin' like I'm Truman how I drop it on yo head-top
Callin' me young money how I go and make the bed rock
Boy stop it, girl I got it
Sittin' on too much, yeah I know I need to drop it
Snoozin' in the bed and somehow still be makin' profit
Yeah they tryna sell a story, but you know I never bought it
Aye I'm cuttin' up records in the three-two-five
Yeah they ask me how I'm doin, I'm just tryna survive
Yeah the life of the party, we turnin' up when I arrive
Got the city and the boys and a baddie on my side
I got no time to waste I thought I made it clear
Like a thug always crying wit'a little tatted tear
Yeah the bars and the lyrics and the image top tier
You lookin for who's next dog, I'm sittin' right here
Aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
Aye I'm busy makin' moves but you can see it on yo own
Yeah, I'm hittin' every genre, and I'm turnin' every stone
Yeah I'm busy catching buckets like I'm dicing up a zone
Right back in the booth, yeah that's where I feel at home
I ain't rapping bout no killing, or no drugs, or no guns
I ain't pointing the focus on someone killin' someone son
You pullin' a trigger, that means the streets already won
Go and chase yo dreams dog, you only get one
Yeah the sample got me bouncin' and I hope we can clear it
Yeah the pen been goin crazy dog I know y'all can hear it
Yeah they tryna match the flow, but they ain't gettin' nowhere near it
Yeah claiming its yo year, come on dog that's the spirit
Aye, rap in this generation got me feelin' sick
You know I never front dog; it almost made me quit
Auto-tune and trap drums yeah that's it
And actin' like they got it, I don't like it one bit
Aye, young and naïve with some things I've never seen
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Jack fresh up on the scene
Sayin' that you love me, girl you dirty Diana
Yeah, the piña colada, I'm sippin' fruity in Havana
Girl you know I'm into blondes, yeah that Hannah Montana
Yeah, tell me if it's fake, is it real, no one knows
Yeah that BBL go crazy, it's the scars and it shows
Silicone don't move, yeah I hit it on the nose
I told my therapist all my problems
And my therapist just said you're a bad bitch
You're a bad bitch and there's nothing we can do
We can't do shit
You're a bad bitch for life, c'mon
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Writer(s): A. Turnbill
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