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desiigner - panda (remix) lyrics
[intro: desiigner]
you are now listening to the hottest producer with the hottest beats on the net, menace
this what they all been waitin’ for? i guess so
they been waitin’ for this sh_t for a long time, didn’t they? hey
ayy, i’m just feelin’ my vibe right now
i’m feelin’ myself
[bridge: desiigner]
panda, panda
panda, panda, panda, panda, panda
[chorus: desiigner]
i got broads in atlanta
twistin’ dope, lean, and the fanta
credit cards and the scammers
hittin’ off l!cks in the bando
black x6, phantom
white x6 look like a panda
goin’ out like i’m montana
hundred k!llas, hundred hammers
black x6, phantom
white x6, panda
pockets swole, danny
sellin’ bar, candy
man, i’m the macho like randy
the choppa go oscar for grammy
b_tch n_gga, pull up ya panty
hope you k!llas understand mе
i got broads in atlanta
twistin’ dope, lean, and the fanta
crеdit cards and the scammers
hittin’ off l!cks in the bando
black x6, phantom
white x6 look like a panda
goin’ out like i’m montana
hundred k!llas, hundred hammers
black x6, phantom
white x6, panda
pockets swole, danny
sellin’ bar, candy
man, i’m the macho like randy
the choppa go oscar for grammy
b_tch n_gga, pull up ya panty
hope you k!llas understand me
[bridge: desiigner]
hey
panda, panda
panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda
[verse 1: desiigner]
i got broads in atlanta
twistin’ dope, lean, and sh_t, sippin’ fanta
credit cards and the scammers
wake up versace sh_t, life desiigner
whole bunch of lavish sh_t
they be askin’ ’round town who be clappin’ sh_t
i be pullin’ up stuff in the phantom ship
i got plenty of stuff in bugatti whip, look how i drive this sh_t
black x6, phantom
white x6, k!llin’ on camera
pop a perc, i can’t stand up
gorilla, they come and k!ll you with bananas
four fellas, they finna pull up in the phantom
know n_ggas, they come and k!ll you on the camera
big rollie, it’s dancin’ bigger than a pandie
go oscar for grammy, b_tch, pull up ya panty
fill up, i’ma flip it, i got b_tches pull up and they get it
i got n_ggas that’s countin’ for digits
say you make you a lot of new money
know some k!llers pull off and they in the wraith
ctd, pull up in the k!lla bape
call up phillip_phillip, gon’ fill the bank
n_ggas up in the bank, we gon’ drill the bank
f_ck, we gon’ k!ll the bank, get it
i got broads, yeah, i get it
i get cards, yeah, i sh_tted
this how i live it, did it all for a ticket
now flex drop bombs when he spin it
and bobby gon’ trend it
jeff the don doin’ business
zana ray f_ckin’ up sh_t and she doin’ her business
i be gettin’ to the chicken, countin’ to the chicken
and all of my n_ggas gon’ split it
[verse 2: meek mill]
i’m with broads in atlanta
hundred drives in the phantom
hundred cards in the fan
spendin’ money like a scammer
my young n_ggas in the kitchen
whippin’, whippin’, livin’ large at the hammer
duckin’ laws and the scammers
free my dawgs at the slammer
black car, panda
shawty called, love her, answer
twenty foreigns in the mansion
diamonds on me and they dancin’
i’on really understand rappers
n_ggas jumpin’ on bandwagons
all these b_tches got my pants saggin’
six .3’s on the bands, waggin’
sick .2’s on the mad back
bet you comin’ for the petback
six .2’s on the pot, n_gga
try to whip it up and bring it right back
hoo, you in the club ain’t showin’ your card money
ooh, all in the ‘gram, actin’ like that you got money
woo, we lookin’ at you like you n_ggas stop money
hoo, you k!llin’ us all with that low_effort bat money
i gotta go to the mall and get what i want, baby (yeah, yeah)
you the type open the phone, that’s what you want, hey (yeah, yeah)
‘member back when i was broke, i only had one hatin’
you suckers go hatchet, no matter your brother, your aunt, baby (yeah, yeah)
hundred bands, add it up
we gettin’ money, they mad at us
add the drool to buy us more rollies
i’on think these n_ggas mad enough
f_ck them n_ggas, sh_t, we stuntin’ on ’em
n_ggas say they ain’t got nothin’ on us
n_ggas that we never f_ck with
run and tell ’em, b_tch, with that’s what’s frontin’ on ’em
n_ggas mad they put a hundred on ya
do ya dub and put the drummer on ya
shots never stoppin’
pa_pa_pa_pa
put them runnin’ up on ya
dead bodies, homicide
headshots, momma cried
cops lookin’, got a alibi
know your money, n_gga, buy a tie, hoe!
d_mn, my n_gga cheatin’ on his head, hoe!
took her in the lambo’, my n_gga ain’t dead, no!
brought her to miami on somethin’ we did, hoe!
blowin’ her raunchy, after we did it burn
all black in the mirror
white b_tch in chanel
white and black she a banner
white and black she a banner
whippin’ it, ride with us
in with it, hundred dub
ha_ha_ha
[bridge t_pain]
i mean, this sh_t can’t be against the rules now
i f_ck with these n_ggas
and this n_gga that did them desiigner ad_libs
get him on the phone
’cause this sh_t ’bout to be lit (woo!)
let go, panda, panda, panda, panda (hey, hey!)
[verse 3: t_pain]
i got hoes up in brooklyn (up in brooklyn)
my juice, mix it up, it be cookin’ (be cookin’)
come sit me down at the table (the table)
i’ll let you know i was lookin’ (oh)
rest in peace, macaroni cheese
collard greens, no, she don’t bullsh_t (oh)
she steph’ curry with the curry chicken
she just make a whole bunch of good sh_t (oh)
i’ve been at the doors (i’ve been at the doors)
i’ve got the right sh_t known to torture (torture)
and it hit me with some bands
it can get me them ride paper
askin’ me more bust (more bust)
i don’t revive no security line
with my dawgs right down in florida
i’m stackin’, stackin’, packin’, packin’
stackin’, packin’, stackin’, packin’
in at the all doors
hol’ up! (i’m all the way up!)
i need it with somethin’ my sort of
i don’t need no lunch, i’m a go_getter
bunch of hates and b_tches up in the rover
my legacy, f_ck that (woof)
they thought that sh_t wasn’t gon’ come back
now go tell ’em that when you run back
you a hoe so you already done that (ayy)
hol’ up! (i’m all the way up!)
a n_gga with some’ in my swipe, b_tch
you think you doin’ it
i’m ’bout to ruin it
you n_ggas don’t run the night, b_tch
if you think i’m lit now
watch what happen when i come and turn on that lightswitch
i’m on that pregnant sh_t
i come and handle it
but that ain’t sh_t but a pipe, b_tch
[bridge: t_pain]
i mean, really, though (really, though)
if you think about it, really think about it
how hard do they really go?
(b_tch, i’m really dope)
what you really know?
i ain’t ready, bruh
panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda (let’s go, b_tch)
(ayy, that’s a prison, though)
[verse 4: t_pain]
i got b_tches in the bronx (bronx)
makin’ me get in the backdoor
rob a n_gga in the traphouse (traphouse)
b_tch, you just walked in a trapdoor (door)
cross the body in the bugatti (yeah)
they’ll put the bricks in the rep, oh
if you slip in the prison, somebody go watch these
n_ggas while they takin’ a nap, oh
in new midnight, but that’s a scrub, n_gga
with all of that sh_t i woulda been dead
but that’s what i got, on my kick, k!llin’ n_ggas
and out with our sh_t on my can’t tell
cash notes, i’m a assh0l_
so don’t f_ck with us out on this road
i’m the type of n_gga that’ll follow n_ggas
then gon’ find his chicken, get up, can’t tell
yeah (i’m all the way up!)
no need to start, mi amigo
don’t put your eye on the peephole
’cause i’ll turn the back of your head to a beaver
think again, and i won’t mark all your people
you already know the weapon is lethal
l!ck the clip, c_ck it back, put a head, trigger
yeah, n_gga, back for the sequel, oh!
i got broads in my hand, n_gga
smokin’ that sh_t from the west coast
imagine kids, when you hatin’ me
you gon’ f_ck around get your neck rolled
you f_ck around, when you is robbed
they gon’ find your body up in tesco
you sound like, uh, me, you comin’ with nothin’
you rather p_ssy, n_gga, let’s go
all i tell you is “panda, panda”
and they handle, handle my sh_t
while i’m trippin’ up in alabama
tryna show a b_tch as a lamborghini
with all this beatin’ up, all these gold chains
they is mistakin’ me for pepper king
they got to platinum and i’m comin’ after them
passin’ me but all i do is f_ckin’ win
[verse 5: montana of 300]
you ain’t fam, i’on trust you (i don’t)
n_ggas they jam off your hustle (for real)
your old man wanna crust you (he do)
that’s a deangelo rustle (for real)
set him up, got him (got him)
we’ve been up, got him (got him)
wet ’em up when they spot ’em
seven up, red dot ’em
i leveled up from the bottom
read it up on the bottom (walk with me, n_gga)
i leveled up like the valium
kev, what’s up? what’s the problem? (talk to me, n_gga)
play your time for the d force
i get up, like the cash, n_gga
i was indie on the rap chore
all they see is do the math, n_gga
on the glizzy like i’m the spare
in the maybach i’m a skunk
talkin’ hard ’cause they really selfish
talkin’ birds ’cause we really dealt it
got the rockets for the warriors
plays the clip make ’em forty up
what it got is every one out ya
pull the heater blow the whole ledge up
many skeets in the foreign chore
a free_throw way more important
i know some n_ggas that’ll fly on ya
picture rob like black china
white party in atlanta
the black party was bananas
dabbin’ on ’em like a panther
freddie glove on a panda
do the sweater on a bear face
bust down from a bare face
‘member me from the staircase?
lotta love got a staircase
now they see how i stepped it up
got it up and then kept it up
freddie, jason on a friday
prolly never shoulda slept on us
you not the same gotta separate up
we ain’t never put the weapon up
we authentic, y’all replicas
y’all n_ggas can’t wreck with us
[refrain: fabolous]
f_ck a panda fall
i don’t stand alone
i just wanna wrap my f_ckin’ hands across
stabbed the head and break the f_ckin’ pandas’ jaw
burn him up and turn the f_ckin’ candles on
choke him, beat him, put a couple hammers on him
dab on a n_gga while i’m standin’ on him
kick him, punch him, throw him
make him say the word tied to a channel
l!ck a channel, ‘fore i put it on
and make a spot for two
n_gga, this is f_ckin’ animal abuse
animal cruelty on the f_ckin’ news
i’ma k!ll the panda ’til he bl__dy too
[verse 6: fabolous]
and make him black and blue
for the black and white
i’on f_ck with n_ggas like i pack the dice
eat the panda, b_tch, i got a appetite
i’m out this world, i floated, i’m a satellite
how many rappers gotta try to play me?
tired of hearin’ n_ggas on the same beat
tired of k!llin’ pandas on my overjammers
fly to atlanta on the same week
what’s a panda to a f_ckin’ polar bear?
a gorilla to a monkey?
tiger to a puppy?
lion to a kitten?
wolf to a pigeon?
shot to a fish and snake to a infant?
alligator in a waterway
tryna look into it, dinosaur a pet
they ain’t know that i’m tiranosaurus rex
tryna pander up and rub a brother’s neck
i ain’t doin’ interviews and autographs
i’on like the way you talkin’ all of that
i should f_ck your b_tch and never call her back
i’ll go down in history as a artifact
[refrain: fabolous]
i’m tired of this f_ckin’ panda fall
i just wanna wrap my f_ckin’ hands across
stabbed the head and break the f_ckin’ pandas’ jaw
burn him up and turn the f_ckin’ candles on
choke him, beat him, put a couple hammers on him
dab on a n_gga while i’m standin’ on him
kick him, hit him, it’ll send the [?] (9:13)
and make a spot for two
n_gga, this is f_ckin’ animal abuse
animal cruelty on the f_ckin’ news
i’ma k!ll the panda ’til he bl__dy too
[verse 7: fabolous]
that’s a bl__dy mess, that’s a bl__dy death
tell them n_ggas hatin’ on me: “suck a d_ck”
i ain’t satisfied until i get to smash j.lo
and give her ass a couple kiss
but i’m on animal planet
i got my hands on a phantom
i get in again and n0body gon’ hand me a pen
[to be finished]
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