Hannah No Montana
Hannah no Hannah Montana
I'm done with the talkin' just boomin the blamma
Sneak in yo crib like I'm Santa
Then do niggas dirty my name is Diana
Sell out a show in Atlanta
Fans flickin' me up I be lovin' the camera
I got the juice, Tropicana
They suckin' me dry then they throw in a tantrum
Baby she know that I'm clutch
Baby girl know that she love me a bunch
After a quickie we still stay in touch
We get along, so that's only a plus
If you a opp then you know it get rough
Beefing with me but you know you a vegan
Talkin bout air that you know you ain't breathin
Chokin' on dick you love swallowing semen
Bitches love mentioning prior agreements
I'm moving different the price is increasing
Manage myself, ain't no time for a sleep in
They think I'm scammin' like I got the pieces
But I ain't scammin' I just do the rappin'
Whip out a wad and her cheeks get to clappin
Eatin gourmet like the food really slappin
You ain't the truth homie, why you keep acting
Bull on the road, yea you know I be whippin' it
Dodging the cops cus the whip got a grip in it
You feel inspired won't get to admitting it
Rap bitches hate I am not their equivalent
Stealing my flows cause you know that Im better
Letting you down cause you know I don't let up
Letting you down cause you know I don't let up
Back to the green like some cabbage and lettuce
I'm done with the talkin' just boomin the blamma
Sneak in yo crib like I'm Santa
Then do niggas dirty my name is Diana
Sell out a show in Atlanta
Fans flickin' me up I be lovin' the camera
I got the juice, Tropicana
They suckin' me dry then they throw in a tantrum
Baby she know that I'm clutch
Baby girl know that she love me a bunch
After a quickie we still stay in touch
We get along, so that's only a plus
If you a opp then you know it get rough
Beefing with me but you know you a vegan
Talkin bout air that you know you ain't breathin
Chokin' on dick you love swallowing semen
Bitches love mentioning prior agreements
I'm moving different the price is increasing
Manage myself, ain't no time for a sleep in
They think I'm scammin' like I got the pieces
But I ain't scammin' I just do the rappin'
Whip out a wad and her cheeks get to clappin
Eatin gourmet like the food really slappin
You ain't the truth homie, why you keep acting
Bull on the road, yea you know I be whippin' it
Dodging the cops cus the whip got a grip in it
You feel inspired won't get to admitting it
Rap bitches hate I am not their equivalent
Stealing my flows cause you know that Im better
Letting you down cause you know I don't let up
Letting you down cause you know I don't let up
Back to the green like some cabbage and lettuce
Credits
Writer(s): Savannah Gonzalez
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