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t-pain - panda (t-mix) كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: t-pain]
oooohhh, yeah yeah
woo! yeah yeah
t-t-t-t-tmix, baby
pizzle, woo!
look at it
i mean this sh-t can’t be against the rules now
i f-ck with these n-ggas
get the n-gga who did desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this sh-t about to be lit

[verse 1: t-pain]
leggo
panda, panda, panda, panda
i got hoes up in brooklyn, my jamaican b-tches be cooking
she sit me down at the table, i let you know how it was looking
rice and peas, macaroni cheese, collared greens
no she don’t bullsh-t
she steph curry with the curry chicken
she just make a whole bunch of good sh-t
i been out the ghost, i got the rice sitting on the tow truck
had to hit me with some bands
he can get me that brown paper bag
get me more bucks
i’m goin fine, securing lines with my zoes bro down in florida
i stack it, stack it, pack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, in that order
hold up, i’m all the way up
i need to put something in my soda
i don’t need no lunch, ima go get a bunch of asian b-tches up in the rover
my legacy, f-ck that
they thought that t-pain wasn’t gon’ to come back
now go tell them that when you run back
you a hoe, so you already done that
hold up, i’m all the way up
i need to put something in my sprite, b-tch
if you think you’re doing it, i’m about to ruin it
you’re n-ggas are going to learn tonight, b-tch
if you think i’m lit now, watch what happens when i come and turn on the light switch
i will not plan this sh-t, i come and handle it
boy that ain’t sh-t but a flight, b-tch

[bridge: t-pain]
i mean really though
if you think about it, really think about it how hard do they really go?
(b-tch, i’m really dope)
now you really know
they ain’t ready bro
panda, panda, panda, panda

[verse 2: t-pain]
i got b-tches in the bronx, n-gga
they can get me in the back door
rob a n-gga in the trap house, b-tch you just walked in the trap door
cross the body in the bugatti, go put the bricks in the wrapper
thought they was sleepin on pizzle
somebody go ask these n-ggas what they takin’ a nap for
illuminappy, that the squad, n-gga
without that sh-t i would’ve been dead
but i swear to god i’ma keep k!llin’ n-ggas and i put that sh-t on my kid’s head
cash know. i’m an -ssh0l-. so don’t f-ck with pizzle and his bread
i’m the type of n-gga that’ll fight a n-gga then go find his chick and give that b-tch head
yea, i’m all the way up
¿dónde estás, mi amigo?
don’t put your eye in that peephole
’cause i’ll turn the back of your head to a peephole
then kick in the door and murk all your people
you already know the weapon is lethal
flip the clip, c-ck it back, pull the hair trigger
yeah n-gga, back for the sequel, oh
i got problems in my head, n-gga
smokin’ that sh-t from the west coast
the major key is when you hatin’ me, you could f-ck around get your neck broke
you f-ck around with the winsquad, they could find your body at the texaco
the summer comin’ and you comin’ with nothin’
you ready p-ssy-n-gga, let’s go

[bridge: t-pain]
all i say is “panda, panda” and they handle-handle my sh-t
while i’m chillin’ up in alabama tryna show a b-tch how fast a lambo can get
with all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistakin’ me for the king
b-tch, i make platinum, i’m comin’ after them
p-ssin’ them, all i do is f-cking win, b-tch

[verse 3: young cash, t-pain, together]
i got broads out in cali, i got hoes gettin’ ratchet
hit dispensaries and grab it, wrap it all up in that plastic
usps, i’m a track it
two day priority, i have it
they’re making ‘em meet and i’m taxin’
two hundred racks in the mattress
i don’t know about y’all, but i’m a street n-gga
ain’t gotta sound like n0body, i’m just me, n-gga
been on tour with t-pain, that’s for free, n-gga
that’s why i still f-ck with them bricks and the weed, n-gga
and that’s why i hop in my jag, my n-gga go hop in that benz
my n-gga go hop in that porsche, and no we don’t need no new friends
’cause we’ll go hop in that ghost, and yeah that we’ll still got the benz
look at that lift on the fours, look at the mothaf-ckin’ rims
and i keep tryna tell you we from florida, babe
still fifty-grand sofa, now mercedes benz
the baddest b-tches in the world that’ll drive you crazy
from the cocaine era, i’m a eighties-baby
oh yeah

[outro: desiigner]
panda, panda
panda, panda, panda, panda, panda
panda, panda, panda

ahh, uhh

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