T-Pain ft. Young Cash - Panda (Remix) | Текст песни

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• T-Pain ft. Young Cash
• Panda (Remix)

[Intro – T-Pain]
Oooohhh, yeah yeah
Woo yeah yeah
T T T T T mix, baby
Pizzle, Woo!
Look at it
I mean this sh!t can’t be against the rules now
I fvck with these n!ggas
Get the n!gga who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this sh!t about to be lit

[Verse 1 – T-Pain]
Let’s go
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
I got hoes up in Brooklyn, my Jamaican b!tches be cookin’
She sit me down at the table, I let you know how it was lookin’
Rice and peas, macaroni cheese, collared greens
No she don’t push it
She Steph Curry with the curry chicken
She just make a whole bunch of good sh!t
I been out the (?), I got the rice sittin’ on the tow trvck
Had to h!t me with some bands, (?)
I’m goin’ high, securin’ lines with my zoes down in Florida
I stack it, stack it, pack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, in that order
Hold up, I’m all the way up
I need to put somethin’ in my soda
I don’t need no lunch, I’m gonna get a bunch of Asian b!tches up in the Rover
My legacy, fvck that
They thought that T-pain was not goin’ to come back
Now go tell them that when you run back
You a hoe, so you already done that
Hold up, I’m all the way up
I need to put somethin’ in my Sprite, b!tch
If you think you’re doin’ it, i’m about to ruin it
You’re n!ggas are goin’ to learn about the night, b!tch
If you think you’re doing it, I’m about to ruin it
You’re n!ggas are going to learn about the night, b!tch
If you think I’m lit now, look what happens when I come and turn on the light sw!tch
I will not plan this sh!t, I come and handle it, before (?) the flight, b!tch
I mean really though

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[Bridge – T-Pain]
If you think about it, really think about it how high do they really go?
B!tch, I’m really though

[Verse 2 – T-Pain]
I got b!tches in the Bronx, n!gga
They can get me in the back door
Rob a n!gga in the trap house, b!tch you just walked in the trap door
Cross the (?) in the Bugati, go put the couple bricks in the wrapper
Thought they was slipping on drizzle
Somebody go ask these n!ggas what they taking a nap for
Winsquad, that the squad, n!gga
Without that sh!t I would’ve been dead
But I swear to God I’mma keep killing n!ggas and I put that sh!t on my kid’s head
Cash? No. I’m an asshole. So don’t (?) (?) (?) on his bread
I’m the type the type of n!gga that’ll find a n!gga then go and find his chick and a get b!tch head
Yea, I’m all the way up
¿Dónde estás, mi amigo?
Don’t put your eye in that peephole
Cause I’ll turn the back of your head to a peephole
Think again(?), then go and murk all your people
You already know the weapon is legal
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger
Yeah n!gga, back for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head, n!gga
Smoking that sh!t from the West Coast
The major key is when you hating me, you could fvck around get your neck broke
You fvck around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco
The summer coming and you coming with nothing
You ready pvssyy n!gga, let’s go

[Bridge – T-Pain]
All I say is Panda, Panda and they handle-handle my sh!t
While I’m chilling up in Alabama tryna show a b!tch how fast a lambo can get
With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistaking me for (?)
B!tch, I make platinum, I’m coming after them
Passing them, all I do is fvcking win, b!tch

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[Verse 3 – Young Cash & T-Pain]
I got broads out in Cali, I got hoes getting ratchet
h!t dispensaries and grab it, wrap it all up in that plastic
(?), yes I’m attractive
Too damn (?), I have it
They’re making a (?) and I’m taxing
Two hundred racks in the mattress
I don’t know about y’all, but I’m a street n!gga
Ain’t gotta sound like nobody, I’m just me, n!gga
Been on tour with T-Pain, that’s for free, n!gga
That’s why I still fvck with them (?)s and the weed, n!gga
And that’s why I hop in my jag, my n!gga go hop in that Benz
My n!gga go hop in that porsche, and no we don’t need no new friends
Cause we’ll go hop in that ghost, and yeah that we’ll still got the Benz(?)
Look at that lift on the fours, look at the mothfvcking rims
And I keep tryna tell you we from Florida, babe
Still fifty-grand sofa, now mercedes benz
The baddest b!tches in the world that’ll drive you crazy
From the cocaine era, I’m a eighties baby
Oh yeah

[Outro – Desiigner]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda
Ahh, uhh

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