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[Verse 1: Mickey Avalon]
My dick cost a late night fee
Your dick got the HIV
My dick plays on the double feature screen
Your dick went straight to DVD
[Verse 2: Andre Legacy]
My dick bigger than a bridge
Your dick look like a little kid's
My dick large like the Chargers, the whole team
Your shit look like you fourteen
[Verse 3: Dirt Nasty]
My dick locked in a cage, right
Your dick suffer from stage fright
My dick so hot, it's stolen
Your dick look like Gary Coleman
[Verse 4: Mickey Avalon]
My dick, pink and big
Your dick stinks like shit
My dick got a Caesar do
Your dick needs a tweezer, dude
[Verse 5: Andre Legacy]
My dick is like super-size
Your dick look like two fries
My dick, more mass than the Earth
Your dick half-staff, it needs work
[Verse 6: Dirt Nasty]
My dick been there done that
Your dick sits there with dunce cap
My dick VIP
Your shit needs ID
[Chorus: Mickey Avalon, Dirt Nasty, & Andre Legacy]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.S. we got dicks like Jesus
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.S. we got dicks like Jesus
[Verse 7: Mickey Avalon]
My dick need no introduction
Your dick don't even function
[Verse 8: Andre Legacy]
My dick served a whole luncheon
Your dick, it look like a munchkin
[Verse 9: Dirt Nasty]
My dick, size of a pumpkin
Your dick look like Macaulay Culkin
[Verse 10: Mickey Avalon]
My dick good, good loving
Your dick good for nothing
[Verse 11: Andre Legacy]
My dick bench pressed 350
Your dick couldn't shoplift at Thrifty
[Verse 12: Dirt Nasty]
My dick pretty damn skippy
Your dick hungry as a hippie
[Verse 13: Mickey Avalon]
My dick don't fit down the chimney
Your dick is like a kid from the Philippines
[Verse 14: Andre Legacy]
My dick is like an M16
Your dick, broken vending machine
[Verse 15: Dirt Nasty]
My dick parts the seas
Your dick farts and queefs
[Verse 16: Mickey Avalon]
My dick rumble in the jungle
Your dick got touched by your uncle
[Verse 17: Andre Legacy]
My dick goes to yoga
Your dick fruit roll-up
[Verse 18: Dirt Nasty]
My dick grade-A beef
Your dick Mayday geek
[Verse 19: Mickey Avalon]
My dick, sick and dangerous
Your dick, quick and painless
[Verse 20: Andre Legacy]
My dick 'nuff said
Your dick loves Fred
[Chorus: Mickey Avalon, Dirt Nasty, & Andre Legacy]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.S. we got dicks like Jesus
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.S. we got dicks like Jesus
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[Intro: bbno$ & Y2K]
Did I really just forget that melody?
Naw, nana, bananana, nanananananana (Nana, ah-ah)
Alright, dada, dadadada
[Chorus: bbno$]
When I popped off then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
(How I stride like that)
[Verse 1: bbno$]
Amex, no cap, eight hundred score
They wonder how (How I guap like that)
I rap my lyrics when I perform
They wonder how (How I stride like that)
Married to the grind, I brought my ring
I'm corny, but your girly want the dick
Modest with my jewels, but check the bank
Finally got the money, say my thanks
[Chorus: bbno$]
When I popped off then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
(How I stride like that)
[Verse 2: bbno$]
Haha, I'm at the bank again
They wonder how (How I guap like that)
Pink whip with flames all on the side
They wonder how (How I stride like that)
Got that Gucci on my body, now she tryna pipe me, woo
Popped a Lucy, loosey-goosey, sussy boy, I keep you cool
Got the paper, went to school
Be careful who you callin' fool, ayy, ha, ayy
[Chorus: bbno$]
When I popped off then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
(How I stride like that)
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[Verse 1]
Ayy, Supercalifragilisticexpiali dope shit
Supercalifragilis, my ex be on some ho shit
Superman, I get them bands but ain't gon' buy you roses
Super-duper, get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper ho's
Y'all got Oompa Loompa ho's
I ain't never knew ya ho's
Prolly still ran through 'em though
[Interlude]
Oh, wait, wait, wait, I, I do know your ho?
You talkin' 'bout, you talkin' 'bout Tracy?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
You mean like, like, Tracy with the ass?
Tracy with the, with the Honda?
Shit, well
[Chorus]
Oops! baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsie daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit it five times in the coupe Mercedes, whoopsie daisy, yeah
Oops! baby
"Gravy hit my bitch"
Yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just had to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the goose like Boosie baby
Yeah, I said oops! baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe Mercedes, whoopsie daisy, yeah
Oops! baby
"Gravy hit my bitch"
Yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just had to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the goose like Boosie, baby
[Verse 2]
Lil' bitch, I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks, yeah
I'm happy and I show it to your mama in the sheets
And I'm happy she's a freak hoe, happy so my teeth glow
Yeah, my bitch elite, I be clapping every week
My neck, my back, got your momma on my sack
My checks, my racks, it's the return of the motherfuckin' mack
And I stay with the pack, though
Clap, clap, then I'm out the backdoor
Lil' Pillsbury, I stack dough
Walkin' with a limp like a crack ho
[Chorus]
Yeah, I said oops! baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsie daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit it five times in the coupe Mercedes, whoopsie daisy, yeah
Oops! baby
"Gravy hit my bitch"
Yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just had to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the goose like Boosie baby
Yeah, I said oops! baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe Mercedes, whoopsie daisy, yeah
Oops! baby
"Gravy hit my bitch"
Yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just had to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the goose like Boosie, baby
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[Verse 1]
You see me soaring through the sky
I see you below as you walk on by
I could clear the sky in 10 seconds flat
Well, how about that (Well, how about that)
I could be sitting here on a cloud
Watching the sun as it starts to go down
The only thing missing
Is you by my side
[Pre-Chorus]
Give me a smidge of confidence
Give me a speck of something that makes sense
Give me an idea of dependency
Give me a dash of loyalty (Loyalty)
[Chorus]
I could save my lonely soul for you
But the feeling in my heart can't follow through
You can give your broken heart to me
Cause you know that I'll stay with you
That's why they call me loyalty
[Verse 2]
The sun shines bright, yet the rain pours on
Rainbows here one minute and then they're gone
They remind me of me and you
What did you do?
What did I do?
Determination in those eyes
Where has it gone? has it said goodbye?
A lot has happened
But I'll stay by your side
[Pre-Chorus]
Give me a smidge of confidence
Give me a speck of something that makes sense
Give me an idea of dependency
Give me a dash of loyalty (Loyalty)
[Chorus]
I could save my lonely soul for you
But the feeling in my heart can't follow through
You can give your broken heart to me
Cause you know that I'll stay with you
That's why they call me loyalty
[Verse 3]
Time stands still when you're with me
How can I make you see?
Your crazy antics make me want to scream!
Your name so loud till my throat starts to bleed
[Chorus x2]
I could save my lonely soul for you
But the feeling in my heart can't follow through
You can give your broken heart to me
Cause you know that I'll stay with you
That's why they call me loyalty
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[Intro]
Tell me the duck story
Bum bum bum, ba-dum ba-dum
[Verse 1]
A duck walked up to a lemonade stand
And he said to the man, running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?"
The man said "No, we just sell lemonade
But it’s cold and it's fresh, and it’s all home-made.
Can I get you a glass?"
The duck said “I’ll pass.”
[Refrain]
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
'Til the very next day, bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum
[Verse 2]
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man, running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?
The man said "No, like I said yesterday
We just sell lemonade. Okay?
Why not give it a try?"
The duck said "Goodbye."
[Refrain]
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
'Til the very next day, bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum
[Verse 3]
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?
The man said "Look, this is getting old
I mean, lemonade’s all we’ve ever sold
Why not give it a go?"
The duck said “How 'bout, no.”
[Refrain]
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
'Til the very next day, bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum
[Verse 4]
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?"
The man said "THAT’S IT! If you don’t stay away, Duck
I’ll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day, stuck
So don’t get too close!"
The duck said "Adios."
[Refrain]
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
'Til the very next day, bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum
[Verse 5]
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) got any glue?"
"What?" "Got any glue?"
"No, why would I– oh!"
Then one more question for you
"Got any grapes?"
(Bum bum bum, bum bum bum)
[Bridge]
And the man just stopped, then he started to smile
He started to laugh, he laughed for a while
He said “Come on duck, let’s walk to the store
I’ll buy you some grapes so you won’t have to ask anymore.”
So they walked to the store and the man bought some grapes
He gave one to the duck and the duck said “Hmm... No thanks
But you know what sounds good?
It would make my day
Do you think this store...
Do you think this store...
Do you think this store...
Has any… lemonade?”
[Refrain]
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away, waddle waddle
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[Verse 1]
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll never know if you don't go (W-w-wacko)
You'll never shine if you don't glow
[Chorus]
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
(And all that glitters is gold)
Only shootin' stars break the mold
[Verse 2]
It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin
The water's gettin' warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored
[Chorus]
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
(All that glitters is gold)
Only shootin' stars break the mold
[Interlude]
Go for the moon (W-w-wacko, w-w-wacko)
Go for the moon (W-w-wacko, w-w-wacko)
Go for the moon
Go for the moon
[Chorus]
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
(And all that glitters is gold)
Only shooting stars…
[Bridge]
Somebody once asked, "Could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place"
I said, "Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change"
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll never know if you don't go (Go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow
[Chorus]
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
(And all that glitters is gold)
Only shootin' stars break the mold
[Outro]
(And all that glitters is gold)
Only shootin' stars break the mold
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[Intro: Phone Guy]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
[Chorus: Phone Guy]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Verse 1: Ye]
(Hoo, yeah, haha)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age
Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare
Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to
Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you getting down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero
Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy?
Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is
Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype shit
You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke
Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose
[Chorus: Phone Guy]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Verse 2: Ye]
The essence, the basics, without it, you make it
Allow me to make this childlike in nature
Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a fallacy
I'm in them, every sproutin' tree, every child of peace
Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise (That's right)
From this fuckin' enterprise, now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles
But percussion he provides for me as a guide, y'all can see me now
'Cause you don't see with your eye, you perceive with your mind
That's the inner (Fuck 'em) so I'ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember
Where the thought is, I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless (Right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing and remember that it's all in your head
[Chorus: Phone Guy]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Outro: Phone Guy]
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future
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[Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris
AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil’, hol’ up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol' up)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
[Verse 2]
Who that nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all
[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
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[Intro]
You know everybody been waiting on that Baby, man
I mean, it's like ever since Baby on Baby dropped, man, like, you know (Ever since Baby on Baby dropped)
Ain't nobody drop shit (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Let's go, hah
[Chorus]
I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go)
I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm)
I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (Hot)
[Verse 1]
Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? (Huh?)
What's your name? Get the fuck out the spot, nigga (Get the fuck)
Tryna figure which deal I'ma take (Uh-huh)
I woke up, couple mill' on my plate (Let's eat)
I'm investing in real and estate (Uh-huh)
I just went gave my mama a hundred (A hundred)
Probably won't hear me open my mouth
'Less you hearin' me talkin' 'bout finding some money (Let's go)
As soon as I found it, I flipped that (Flip)
I'm a little bit different, they get it (They dig)
Know I'm stiff on a bitch and she dig it
Tryna find out why Baby ain't all in her mentions (Hah)
No, she ain't get no DM from me (Bitch)
This rich nigga dick, it ain't free
She be throwin' that ass, yeah, she good at it
Turn around when we fuck, make her look at it (Uh, she like, hah)
[Chorus]
I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go, uh)
I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo, okay)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm, yeah)
I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (Hot, let's go)
[Verse 2]
I'm unorthodox than a motherfucker
Ayy, when you gon' switch the flow? I thought you'd never ask
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
And ain't 'bout what the fuck they be rappin' 'bout with they lil' scary ass (Hah)
But to each his own, nigga (Huh)
If you like it, I love it, no biggie (No big)
That boy say he get money, oh, really?
How much they just cut you a check for? A milli'
I'm going back to Cali like Biggie (Go back)
'Bout to go get a pound just to smoke (I smoke)
They told me to come work on my album
I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat (Okay)
My lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion (Mm)
She ghetto and nasty, she drivin' the boat (Mm, mm, drive the boat)
All this shit that they makin' be boring
Play me something to bop while I ride with the pole
Here you go (Uh, oh, hah, okay)
[Chorus]
I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go)
I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm)
I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (I'm hot)
[Interlude]
Like, this shit feel like, you know
The sophisticated ratchet hoes, you know
The ones that go to work by day, then, you know
Dance in the mirror by night (Hah)
[Chorus]
I needed some shit with some bop in it (Okay, let's go)
I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm)
I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (I'm hot)
[Outro]
Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas?
What's your name? Get the fuck out the spot, nigga (Get the fuck)
Tryna figure which deal I'ma take (Uh-huh)
I woke up, couple mill' on my plate
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[Intro]
You are now listening to the hottest producer with the hottest beats on the net, Menace
This what they all been waitin' for? I guess so
They been waitin’ for this shit for a long time, didn't they?
This what they all been waitin' for? I guess so
They been waitin’ for this shit for a long time, didn't they?
Ayy, I'm just feelin' my vibe right now
I'm feelin' myself
[Bridge]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Chorus]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin' out like I’m Montana
Hundred killas, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin’ bar, candy
Man, I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin’ dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin' out like I'm Montana
Hundred killas, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin’ bar, candy
Man, I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
[Bridge]
Hey
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Verse]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff in Bugatti whip, look how I drive this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killin' on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
Four fellas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
Big Rollie, it's dancin' bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch, pull up ya panty
Fill up, I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
I got niggas that's countin' for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith
CTD, pull up in the killa Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank
Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank
Fuck, we gon' kill the bank, get it
I got broads, yeah, I get it
I get cards, yeah, I shitted
This how I live it, did it all for a ticket
Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gon' trend it
Jeff The Don doin' business
Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business
I be gettin' to the chicken, countin' to the chicken
And all of my niggas gon' split it
[Bridge]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Chorus]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin' out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man, I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin' out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man, I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me
[Outro]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Produced by Menace]
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