Diana J.

My bitch a dirty dancer, she dancin' like Diana They don't even know it, my shy bitch got the hammer Take two steps and blam ya, my hood bitch love my standards Have a crib, yeah, and some arm and hammer I'ma post up like a camera, these niggas so average Like they ain't got no standards, sweet, sweet, sweet Diana Can we just f*ck on camera? I'm lovin' how you standin You this, this ain't for gramin', you thick, this ain't for gramin They hate just how I slam ya , they tryna catch me slippin Like I ain't got no standards, like I ain't always standin Or like I ain't bring you with me Somebody please tell her I leave her where she standin You thick, this ain't for gramin This shit ain't for gramin This shit ain't for gramin Somebody please tell her This shit ain't for gramin This shit ain't for gramin block her number, now she hear me I'm the freshest in the city, always ridin' by myself I don't like alot with me, she want that Bobby Whitney I want that 50 mil, our value's really different But she from the city, I'ma take her ass to Wendy's My hearts hollow Means this shit is empty, blowin' tagine, by the 50 She ain't got no panties and she don't need no savings She said, go save your mame This shit ain't for gramin', bitch, I'm just outstanding Caught too many L's, I don't even wanna gram it This life ain't promised, but your heart in my hand pushin' to the limit, hope you really understand