Lyrics Panda - Slim Thug, J Smith

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