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Disaster

 

Disaster


Yo mama
Big back did you get it from your mama
Got cash so I know what she's after
But that's a recipe for disaster
And if you proud of me, I'll take you Prada
Gucci or Moncler, what you after?
I had a dream you never answered
But that's a recipe for disaster, for disaster

Baby you can be my wife for the weekend
Lit in real life, see I never had to pretend
Amiri jeans got the paints on them
Told my Aunty I got them from H&M
Got a shawty she a diva, from Antigua
She can't come to the ends, got no visa
Always sending me snaps 'cause she a teaser
And she picture perfect like Mona Lisa
Fuck her with my mask on while I'm in quarantine
Playboy lifestyle she won't follow me
Put her in a coupe, swerve lanes like Tory
Put two of her friends in my private story
Two gyal up on my side, I'm in a pickle
Feel like Roddy Ricch with them racks in the middle
I make her giggle I ain't even gotta tickle
Had to hustle hard cause I came from a nickle

Yo mama
Big back did you get it from your mama
Got cash so I know what she's after
But that's a recipe for disaster
And if you proud of me, I'll take you Prada
Gucci or Moncler, what you after?
I had a dream you never answered
But that's a recipe for disaster, for disaster

See me I love a black coffee, with a mad body
It's the dough for her, it's the strut for me
I no be hush puppy but I got monies
Keep your soul bloody and your cat happy
And if I can't clap I might pass back, Lebron & D Wayde
Be the next Bron & D Wayde, D Wayde (oooo)

Ooo you a schemer, little miss diva, cute mamacita yeah yeah
Sweeter the darker, background like karma, you got it from mama, yeah yeah
Wan be my girlfriend, Tony & Mia, whine up her waist when she knows I'm behind her
I know them bitches they try yeah, but they could never put out your fire

Yo mama
Big back did you get it from your mama
Got cash so I know what she's after
But that's a recipe for disaster
And if you proud of me, I'll take you Prada
Gucci or Moncler, what you after?
I had a dream you never answered
But that's a recipe for disaster, for disaster

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