[Verse 1: Dida]

She walked right in the club, smiling like she expected me
And them 20 somethings right 'round us all wanna sex with me
But she had my nose wide-open, I mean I needed her
Booty fat like Lopez's ass, I'm talking Jennifer
Take you out to Blueline sometime, I'm talking me and her
Them other broads be mean to her
But they're not even her, They're not even her
Nah, they don't even know though
This chick as bad as Eva Riccobono
Got them bloggers all like; Can I take a photo?
And had me like; Ti amo, but no hablo espanolo
Shit, I'm just being honest, man
What's got me going Java Man's a booty to that face
Like she was sitting on some collagen
That even had me sipping cosmopolitans
I promise


[Break: Sampha]

Calculate indecisions
Can't cradle fear no more
Bare the shame of the incision
A king dies inside these doors

[Verse 2: Dida]

A spanish accent. Her booty Tony Braxton
Her n***a where she left him, she ain't even had to ask him
And I won't say a word, I'll be like Dorothy Sebastian
When taking off them panties, girl what's happening?
Or we could get secluded, I'll take you somewhere foreign
Like Tahuna if you really feel like ducking all these rumors
She fresher than some Pumas
Her clothes and Piti Uomos's the newest
And she knows it like she's working with computers
Beverages from Cuba, expenditures made it to word of mouth
Because them curves was tangible like the balance in the account
So it had me pouring champagne, spill it right down her throat
Like them russian chicks with last names I can't even pronounce
I'm passing out


[Break: Sampha]

Can't cradle fear no more

[Verse 3: Dida]

I'm sipping vino, Bobby Valentino
She Genesis Rodriguez and she told me she was créole
And I heard she's nasty, heard that mami likes it dirty
She's so freaky, we gon' need detergents urgently
Lambskin like a tipi, got her sweating out that burgundy
I call this girl Dashiki, think this one here gon' murder me
Her wrists be on some cool shit
I'm talking Nialaya's, yeah that jewel shit
And her attitude be like; ehm, y'all can miss me with that bullshit
Her upperwear convertible, coming-up-out-that-pool shit
That's got me on my new shit
Stuntman, Peter O'Toole shit