letra de hannah montana (remix) - armani west
[intro]
now, how you gon a hannah montana song and not include mani montana, b-tch!
stop playing with them riot, grah!
[verse 1]
with my b-tches, but thinkin’ ’bout us
i’m from the bronx, so it’s no one i trust
i don’t love n-ggas, i just be in l-st
thank god i’m rich, i was just on a bus
grrah, now i’m cool on a boat
yeah, i got slim, but i still eat my oats
hate me a n-gga that give b-tches hope
bae, watch your mouth, ’cause you know what i tote
munchin’ me down and say, “it taste like water”
do n-ggas foul ’cause i’m my mother’s daughter
fine lil’ sh-t and her money got taller
rappers ain’t sh-t, i might f-ck with a baller (baller, baller)
might f-ck with a scammer
best of both worlds like i’m hannah montana
sold out show when i be in atlanta
tweakin’ together like rula santana
[chorus]
with my b-tches, but thinkin’ ’bout us
i’m from thе bronx, so it’s no one i trust
i don’t love n-ggas, i just be in l-st
thank god i’m rich, i was just on a bus
grrah, now i’m cool on a boat
yеah, i got slim, but i still eat my oats
hate me a n-gga that give b-tches hope
bae, watch your mouth, ’cause you know what i tote
mani montana, b-tch!
[bridge / rap section]
hey, how you doin’? i’m mani montana
like, hannah montana, but black
but, you know i’m getting them racks and then next thing i’m saying i’m throwing it back, like d-mn!
shakin’ my ass, watch me go
chill it out, take it slow, then you rock out the show (woah)
and he know i’m pretty for sure from head, shoulders, knees, and toes (x5)
(in the end, she laughs)
bending it over in front of his bros
with my n-gga, but i’m thinkin’ of him
if he don’t work out, i’m f-ckin’ with jim
anything’s possible, don’t need kim and i’m playing with this n-gga, my personal sim
shooting your shot, but you missin’ the rim
coochie so wet, yea, he thought he could swim
on an adventure with jake, call me finn
and i’m pretty like girls but i’m really am him (bow)
[outro]
with my b-tches, but thinkin’ ’bout us
i’m from the bronx, so it’s no one i trust
i don’t love n-ggas, i just be in l-st
thank god i’m rich, i was just on a bus
grrah, now i’m cool on a boat
yeah, i got slim, but i still eat my oats
hate me a n-gga that give b-tches hope
bae, watch your mouth, ’cause you know what i tote
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