Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pantha, artist - Dappy. Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Song language: English
Pantha |
| She tried take man for banter |
| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa |
| Deep down, I know that she want me |
| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah |
| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca |
| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Now come and put it pon me |
| The tings from the motherland |
| She bad and I’ma tell you all about it |
| Before I pound it, the pum-pum |
| She tried to make me have it |
| She a bad B, but she good feed |
| Any time I give her a bone, she in a good mood |
| Any time I marry her phone, I tell her leave that alone |
| Let’s do this ting on the sly, I’ll be your ting on the side |
| She put her foot down, that’s why I feel her |
| The way she actin' petty, I don’t let her take the Beemer |
| I been sippin' Maggie, I been starin' at your body |
| Lookin' thick in that trackie, so it’s choppin', I’ll soon see ya |
| Oh, now you’re givin' me signs, feelin' the vibe |
| The waistline’s dead in my line, there’s no denyin' |
| Are you really tryna waste my time? |
| B, I’m just tryna make you mine |
| She tried take man for banter |
| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa |
| Deep down, I know that she want me |
| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah |
| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca |
| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Now come and put it pon me |
| Yo, it started out one night (Uh) |
| Next thing, I’m your driver |
| Any time you text, you try tell me it’s a minor |
| You said you weren’t like them gyal |
| Look, I didn’t see a future, now I’m buyin' you designer |
| Look, I know we young and wreckless |
| Boo boo, if I were you, I wouldn’t test us, ayy |
| Even though I expected you to do me dirty |
| I still want you for my breakfast |
| You only fuck around with ballers 'cah you no play fair |
| You stress a young boy out, make 'em grow grey hair |
| Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender |
| But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger, ah |
| Oh, now you’re givin' me signs, look in my eyes |
| The waistline’s got me for life, I’ll do the time |
| Just say you’re a ride or die |
| So you can never take what’s mine, ah |
| She tried take man for banter (Whoa) |
| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa (Yeah, yeah) |
| Deep down, I know that she want me (She wants me) |
| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah |
| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca |
| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Now come and put it pon me |
| Yeah, she a gangster, gangster |
| Ooh, hella banter, banter (Ayy) |
| I’m a G, I’m a G |
| But I’m cappin' for the panther, panter |
| Gangster, gangster |
| Ayy, she got banter, banter |
| Look, I’m a G, I’m a G |
| But I’m cappin' for the panther, panter |