| Hold on, huh
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| I make this shit look
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| Hold on, hold on, look, huh
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| I make this shit look good, uh
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| Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look
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| Turn the bad into good, and I’m still up in the hood, huh
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| Ask about me, boy, I’m good, look
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| Homie just threw me a pack, look, no, he ain’t gettin' it back
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| Niggas ain’t real, man, I know they cap
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| Said it twice 'cause I know that’s facts
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| Hold on, course he’s a bitch, want beef, he season shit
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| Frost all of that demon shit, free Fresh, he leavin' shit, wait
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| She wanna fuck today, but I’m gettin' bucks today
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| Chopper on me, you get brushed today
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| Guess you outta luck today, wait
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| Better not up them rates
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| Hold on, huh, better not up them rates
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| Better not up them rates
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| Look, you will get touched, no base, huh, look
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| Stay with a brush, no toothpaste
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| You would get baked, no soufflé, look, look
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| Really send shots, no 2K, you will get hit, no touché, yeah
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| Lay down on the back, if you put up a front, shit get lit, call it dynamite, huh
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| Know that we run the city like Dunkin'
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| But you know a donut could die tonight, huh, look
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| We don’t call bluffs like poker
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| Move funny, that shit’ll get crazy
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| Pop me a Perc', I was feelin' too lazy, ayy
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| Know I be saucin', gravy, huh
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| I be like, «Fuck you, pay me»
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| Know I got drip, my shit too wavy
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| Cop packs like crack in the '80s
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| You will get stretched like doubts, don’t play me
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| Straps up like we don’t want babies, ayy
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| And we give no fucks today, huh
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| Send this bitch up today
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| Run up on me, test your luck today
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| Yellow tape, they gon' investigate, ayy
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| I make this shit look good, uh
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| Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look
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| Turn the bad into good, and I’m still up in the hood, huh
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| Ask about me, boy, I’m good, huh
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| Too good, we make this shit look too easy
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| Ride around town, just me, Sleepy
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| You’ll get wet up, no squeegee
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| Ayy, uh, move sneaky
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| Bad bitch with me, shit too beefy
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| Can’t take a L, we too greasy
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| I just came back from a money meetin'
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| Ayy, huh, gang tweakin'
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| He tried to run up, now he bleedin'
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| Fuck up a check like I don’t need it
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| Now we eat good, no cold pizza
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| Ayy, ayy, now we eat good, that’s all seasons
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| Ayy, wait, she wanna take pics like Mon' Lisa, ayy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Panic , by - sleepy hallow. Song from the album Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп