Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panda, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Thug Thursday 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2016
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Panda |
| You are now listening to the hottest |
| Producing in the hottest beats |
| Of (thug) madness |
| A G thuggin this bitch |
| Want some third shit |
| The thirsty three nigga |
| No shit for forever |
| And we shit for forever |
| Only for the real words |
| F*** even dick |
| Could we still go eight nigga |
| Be good |
| They keep standing |
| I talk slow so you understand me |
| I want that new drop rose f*** me |
| You two third turn down |
| We let shit down and the next time |
| No |
| Everyday smoking pals going down us |
| Such a lot you my heart you damn out of town |
| Crown as king so you |
| Look how much was told from us by the |
| What? |
| What are they? |
| Some bootleg competitors |
| Even when you look ahead |
| I’m still a heavy yah |
| Bars. |
| so High might be sittin' on Mars |
| I’m in my garage planned pick the car |
| Nah nah |
| I ain’t the star |
| I’m the sun exhibitions |
| Tell you who to one night sleep in life |
| Like it done |
| My f*** on you baby mama for fun |
| Now she got a way the week before |
| She gave you son |
| Thug |
| I would talk about all the bitches |
| That I have had might that would still want me |
| But I’m never foe with the bitch ass so big |
| She might depart down |
| And she say we ain’t got time for this |
| Don’t look we ain’t got time for this |
| Johnny get my teeth ice so f*** |
| I’m bringing the today |
| For the blackout like a switchblade |
| If you try to play me bitch |
| I don’t get play |
| six |
| Can’t blame to get pay |
| I just wanna live in the |
| And cup of fresh maize |
| a fans no this is not |
| No yellow big role |
| If you had a and got |
| Yellow like the |
| Pulling up to the club |
| You’re like grade five wah |
| Weed that’s fresh |
| The looks |
| Don’t get mad |
| It hurt when our faces |
| She she want us |
| She got brand new car |
| But I put her ‘round of us |
| How would |
| And I hold front |
| Key muggin' if you want |
| really what you want |
| Shot out the dirt Texas raise me |
| Texas taste me |
| This basses my babies |
| Call me do it if you pay me |
| Side my whippers look a space me |
| That’s probably why they hate me |
| You the homie wanna raise me |
| Unless taste |