Disaster ft. One Acen Lyrics

Disaster ft. One Acen - Hakkz

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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, would you rather?

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 but 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

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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, would you rather?

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 yeah

And if I can't clap I might pass back Lebron & D Wayde

Me and Hakkz Bron & D Wayde, D Wayde, ooh

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, would you rather?

I had a dream you never answered

But that's a recipe for disaster, for disaster