Hakkz & One Acen Disaster lyrics
Disaster
Hakkz & One Acen
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[Chrous: Hakkz]
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
[Verse 1: Hakkz]
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
[Chrous: Hakkz]
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
[Verse 2: One Acen]
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
[Chrous: Hakkz]
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
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
[Verse 1: Hakkz]
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
[Chrous: Hakkz]
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
[Verse 2: One Acen]
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
[Chrous: Hakkz]
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
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