| You know we got panache
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| Style, sass, gettin mad cash keepin it under wraps
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| Pizazz and class we sit in the back
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| Spendin mad cash money money and we real bad ass
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| You know we got panache style, sass
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| Gettin mad ass keepin it under glass
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| Pizazz and class we kiss in the back
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| Spittin mad trash honey honey and we real bad ass
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| You know we got panache we gettin mad cash
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| Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash
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| I spit sonic gas classy psychopath
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| Psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass
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| It’s ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets
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| Get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks
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| Sick on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics
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| Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix
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| Never stoppin it sock electronic shit
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| Allotted the whole club up when we spotted it
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| And if we wanted it fill it with men and spawn and shit
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with it lets get the party started
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| Shit let’s get it on and hit
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| High ballin cat callin no alcohol yo we all suck on a straw
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| A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar
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| I hit it raw never do look back unless we like what we saw
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| Never do look back OK papa?
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| On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah’s place
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| Savoir faire and grace every hair in place
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| Here’s a taste no time to waste
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| Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face
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| We paid great and when we don’t got dates
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| Dig in the crates eat steak and masturbate
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| Spin wax make tracks we laid laid back
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| Ladies get laid and stay up late at that
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| Now we getting critical mass sass pinnacle
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| Like the citadel not minimal we hospitable
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| Mad kissable it’s difficult aristicral princess
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| For instance we invincible never divisible make you invisible
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| Kit in each car Kittens with Kit Kat bars
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| Kickin etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar
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| Strip malls to big balls 'n concert halls
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| New York Dolls taggin up bathroom stalls
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| We All-Stars make folly North down to Raleigh
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| Follow me suck lollys down in Bali
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| All enthralled dollies arty as Dali
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| And when Mr. Rodgers calls me-
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| We allowed on his trolley |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Got Panache , by - Princess Superstar. Song from the album Princess Superstar Is, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп