Gunna - DIRTY DIANA Lyrics

Lyrics 'Dirty Diana' by Gunna. Read at blog Nesialyrics.

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My bitch a Dirty Diana
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Bad)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (Wow)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)
All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)
Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)
I’m ’bout to sign new advance (Sign)
The millions in demand (M’s)

I took some shrooms with the homie (Ooh)
I bought my new bitch a Rollie (Oh)
I would never tell on the code (Oh)
I could pirate sail if I wanted (Pirate sail)
These niggas no shell and it’s showin’ (Shell)
I could send some shells to your code (Yeah)
I know that young Gunna Wunna chosen (Gunna Wunna)
Be patient, I’m livin’ in the moment (Patient)
Ask my people, they gon’ say I’m one hundred (Hundred)
Ask these pussies, they tryna take me under (Pussy)
I won’t let ’em, can’t take me out my comfort (Nah)
We send bullets, big bullets by the bundle (Yeah)
2020, I’m lookin’ through a tunnel (2020)
Can’t see fully but know I’m seein’ numbers (Nah)
Bitch so sexy, I fuck without a condom (Fuck without a condom)
I’m an animal straight out the jungle

My bitch a Dirty Diana (Woah)
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Yeah)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball, Steve Nash)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)
All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)
Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)
I’m ’bout to sign new advance (Sign)
The millions in demand (Yeah)

I bought me a Maybach, Mercedes (Yeah)
Don’t mean much, but I know these niggas hatin’ (Know these niggas hatin’)
Pop my shit on the ones that say I’m lazy (Pop it)
I’m on drugs, movin’ slower than The Matrix (Slow)
She want me cop this purse need buy some makeup (Uh)
Trust the joker, you see me in Jamaica (You see me)
If I pour up, it’s Tropicana flavor
I went up since the interview on FADER (Yeah)
Bought a Glock with a beam and a laser (Beam)
Brought my strap, I couldn’t trust her with the taser (Nah)
She stay watchin’ [?], I know your heart is fatal (Fatal)
If you fail then I know that I done made it (I know that I done made it)
Fuck the critics, we steady countin’ paper (Yeah)
We like crickets, just jumpin’ off the table (Jumpin’ off the table)
‘Bout to pour me some syrup, not the maple (Syrup)
Watch these girls in the world, I could take you