| Yeah
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| Pull up, pull up
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| Yeah
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| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
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| Y’all don’t wanna smoke mine, y’all can’t match
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| I know what they up to, they don’t really love you
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| Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
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| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
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| Seat laid back with the bullet proof glass
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| Popped out smoking OG
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| It’s a new Amiri jean
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| Got these boys shook like a panic attack
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Keep up with the dash in the two door
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| Getting top while I’m watching Naruto
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| Yeah, 20 bands on the kid when he stepped out
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| It’s really no contest, I’m the best out
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| Ice cold and I’m sipping on Ramune
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| I’m balling no 2K
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| VVS on my neck and my earlobes
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| New crib, bathroom with the heated floors
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| YS scents with the Spearmint whip
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| Pulling out the dealership
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| Y’all ain’t getting money, least not like this
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| 16 thou on the necklace
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| Got your girl looking at me like she want me
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| Windows down, prolly draped in Givenchy
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| Riding down the coast with lil shorty smoking palm trees
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| Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me
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| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
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| Y’all don’t wanna smoke mine, y’all can’t match
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| I know what they up to, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
|
| Seat laid back with the bullet proof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
|
| It’s a new Amiri jean
|
| Got these boys shook like a panic attack
|
| Yeah, yeah
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| Prolly chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge
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| These Balenciaga, not no Reebok
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| Now we burning out the gas in the Nissan
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| Oli self produced, everybody know that beat knock
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| Fuck my girl from the back with my chains on
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| Power up like I’m Cell Saga Gohan
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| Bad bitch in the Louis Vuitton two piece
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| Hit that drunken fist, off the Henny just like Rock Lee
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| I just hit the limit on the ATM
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| G-Class Benz with the Forgiato rims
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| Rolling through my city, prolly thumbing through my bands
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| I’ve been getting money with my best friends
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| I be at the crib, laying low smoking Fruit Loops
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| VVS looking like a holographic Mewtwo
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| Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up
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| Everybody eyes on the gang when they see us
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| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
|
| Y’all don’t wanna smoke mine, y’all can’t match
|
| I know what they up to, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
|
| Seat laid back with the bullet proof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
|
| It’s a new Amiri jean
|
| Got these boys shook like a panic attack
|
| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
|
| Y’all don’t wanna smoke mine, y’all can’t match
|
| I know what they up to, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
|
| Seat laid back with the bullet proof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
|
| It’s a new Amiri jean
|
| Got these boys shook like a panic attack
|
| Yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Panic Attack , by - Oliver Francis. Song from the album The Adventures of Oliver Francis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп