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man just keep it bool
Let me take you step by step, put you in my shoes
Young ass nigga I be chilling, doing what I do
And all these bitches want

the lost hoes
Angels for the lost souls
Please don't do it
You'll get exposed
Another life gone cause you fucking chose
My hands up
I ain't do it you know
I

Dripping like honey
(yuh)
Money hungry
Kill it like bundy
(what?)
Wrist a rolly
Don't act like you know me
Mixed in a fanta
Hannah montana
(fuck!)
Two times

name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it

Gassing out like rubber when I pump it, aye
When I- when I pump it, aye (Tory, Tory, can you come here?)
Bitch it's big Montana
Keep a bag like Santa

your life, ring stuff sends a chime
Poppalopadrop, lock it down and drop
Crawling on the floor, make the madness stop

I ask the spirituals "What

you should know 
You feel bad? What for? 
He started it, I'm ending it 
That's what friends are for 
Hannah I don't know how to tell you this but I'm

can do this all day
'Till I can't feel my feet
Hannah
Switching like montana
She a secret dancer
Keep it from the camera
Skin the colour panther
Her ass

TRØN:
Show me what you're made of
Is it fear? 
Is it real?
Can you kill? 
Can you make love?
What are you afraid of?
Is it me?
Is it them? 
Are you

this money like printer
You know that I still got that cannon
Make you switch up so quick that the opps gon' think that your name is Hannah
Montana, uh

aye)
You drive my head round and round, baby
We can drive from town to town, baby
We just tryna live life entertaining
Wouldn't it be nice to live in

and they're all fuckin' done

Chillin' with the Hannah Montana fan random
If it's your eyes I kick sand in them
I would rob Oprah and take her mansion
Kidnap

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                    LYRICS 
             

HOOK: I got the choppa the clips are Bananas 
I'm selling white girl hannah Montana 
Strapped

make a sound
Dirty 30 sipping dirty 
Fishy droppin smokin loud

Walk up got the glock up 
Dirty choppa hit em hawk em down
Prada with the llama 
Get it

sizzle yea
We came to make it rain cause
You can't make it drizzle
I'm just being honest I'm a man of my word
And ya'll are Hannah Montana you
Ain't had it

with my swing look at what you made me do
Goin Physcho in the stu
Cuz ion think they hearing me
If you ain't put the earth into it's orbit aint no fear

with my car you got it fixed on your own 
Went stripping at the club to pay the shit that I won’t 
found a woman who does, cause she had did what I don’t

10,000 hours out there
I dedicated my life to this
Now a lot of people say ok
Well you know
Oh you have to do music
Ima keep doing music
But what if people

years
When Hannah Montana turnin'
Into Britney Spears?
They chew you up and spit you
Out 'cause no one really cares
And ain't nobody gonna hold you
When

taking, taking.
She a blonde hair, call her Hannah Montana, 
She gon’ get this, Call it Banana Rama.
Hope you know she comes to me,
For all the answers,

of my foes got it like this
Never go broke
None of these hoes can fuck with my bitch
Heart so cold
Look what I post I'm a fridge

If you let it slide

nothin' to something
So I can't blame niggas for doubting
I got the trap jumpin' again, like when Future came out
With Hannah Montana I'm wylin'
When you

can’t do it like this 

Had to go relay
I call it a free day 
But Hannah Montana 
Be singing like ehhh 
I hop out the plane and hop in the jet 
Boxing up

drop it
Story of my life I put it out I know you stock it
Vampire
We sip marrow from your bones
Extendo Dracula red rum what he condone
Clutcging