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And they all divas like Diana Ross
And I just be going 'woo', 'cause I'm a dog

I got kitty on my breath and some cheese steak
Babe I really
said I pivot like my name was Ross
Pivot, Diana Taurasi
Pivot like Moss, he all squeak
I'm with a army, audience applause
Ain't been the same since
It's only up from here like I started climbing rocks
The luv child, my story told by Diana Ross
Driving by I thought fine dining was Red Lobster
artists including Rod Stewart, Kelly Clarkson, Jessica Simpson, Backstreet Boys, Clay Aiken, Kenny G, Diana Ross, Michael Bolton, Teddy Geiger and Heather
artists including Rod Stewart, Kelly Clarkson, Jessica Simpson, Backstreet Boys, Clay Aiken, Kenny G, Diana Ross, Michael Bolton, Teddy Geiger and Heather
mixed for many artists including Rod Stewart, Kelly Clarkson, Jessica Simpson, Backstreet Boys, Clay Aiken, Kenny G, Diana Ross, Michael Bolton, Teddy
spring like a catapult
Matter fact the flow Supreme like Diana Ross
I'm at the do' like a deer with the antlers off
Niggas acting like Scummy was they
talk (mmmm)
Had to be lowkey moving like Diana ross
(moving..moving)
Struggle made me humble,
Turned me to a boss (To a Boss)

Walking round with a fatty
toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed
flesh is peeling
Call up Diana Ross and ask
Her how she's feeling
A failure down with Elizabeth Taylor
Illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones male boy
Your
Jackson, Marvin Gaye
Diana Ross, Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder
Like, NWA, what the fuck is this shit, kid? I was goin' crazy
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop) 
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop) 
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
the girls Diana Ross (ayy)
Walking around like I'm the boss (uh-huh)
Got the coat, fuck the cost (ayy)
We 'bout to return that shit back tomorrow

See,
daycare (Daycare)
Now I'm a mothafuckin' millionaire (Millionaire)
Money longer than Diana Ross hair (Ross hair)
I'm rare like white running backs, these
Diana Ross:
Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me

Reflections of,
The way life used to be
Reflections of,
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside (it's wild)

As the blunt ash falls into the ashtray
I
And if lovin girls is wrong I don't want to be right 
'Cause my man Babyface said that it's no crime 
And of course I'll work Diana Ross overtime 
You
home girls and told 'em I can't stay in.
Spotlight stuck on me, that's how it seems
Stepping out, Diana Ross, no Supremes
See it took about an hour just
caught
This is the life when you playing a boss(boss)
Choppers sing like Diana Ross(ross)
Catching passes cause I'm Randy Moss(moss)
Bitches playing but
like Diana Ross 
From me G Rap, yo, truly yours 

(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man) 
Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad 
And try
Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand

Gravy could
into a love hangover, a love hangover.

I didn't know what I feared
But I do know what I feel
We feel no pain with Diana Ross, she leads our way,
please come correctly like we got a flaw
I'm eating these rappers now he gotta floss
No mountain is higher like Diana Ross
I know Im blessed like I sleep

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