Lyrics

Whoa
Have you seen her?

Cute lil pretty bad thing
Body suit made of cheetah

She’s so gas
Nicknamed her sativa

Got me drunk in love
Beyonce she a diva

Diva
She a diva
Think I’m fallin for a diva
A diva
Down bad for a diva
A diva
Crashed out for a diva
A diva

Asked shawty on a date
Picked her up two seater

Sippin on rosé
Bought two or three liters

Lobster or the steak?
Said she’s cool with either

I need a to go plate
Cause when I Take her home imma eat her

She Feisty
Scratching & biting
Damn I think she likes me
This is so exciting
Grant my wishes like a genie
Bottle filled with lightning
If she don’t stop dirty whining
Imma make her Wifey
My Wifey

Whoa
But Let’s not rush it
She a party girl at the function
Fugitive no cuffin
Orange soda how I crushed it
I’m not in love but I love it
Now I can’t even think straight
Cause she’s in my head like concussion

Whoa
Ran her fingers thru my locs
Gettin steamy super hot
When she turned around
And made it pop

Whoa
Baby girl don’t stop
Caught feelings for a bop
Got me looking for her in the spot like

Whoa
Have you seen her?

Cute lil pretty bad thing
Body suit made of cheetah

She’s so gas
Nicknamed her sativa

Got me drunk in love
Beyonce she a diva

Diva
She a diva
Think I’m fallin for a diva
A diva
Down bad for a diva
A diva
Crashed out for a diva
A diva