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
A diva
Diva
Think I'm fallin for a diva
A diva
Down bad for a diva
A diva
Crashed out on a diva
A diva

Asked shawty on a date
Pick her up two-seater
Sippin on rosé
Bought two or three liters
Lobster or the steak
Said she cool with either
I need a to-go plate
Cause when I take her home imma eat her
She feisty
Scratching and 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
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
Run your fingers through 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
A diva
Diva
Think I'm fallin for a diva
A diva
Down bad for a diva
A diva
Crashed out on a diva
A diva
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