Panda

Song

Panda

Slim Thug · Thug Thursday 3 · 2016 · 2:42

Lyrics

Thugga OG Thug in this bitch On some thug shit Thug Thursday 3 nigga Know what I'm saying We doing this shit for forever And we gon' keep doing this shit for forever Only for the real ones Fuck a hater, eat a dick Cause we still gon' eat nigga, eat good They can't stand me I talk slow so you understand me I want that new drop rose, fuck a Grammy You too turnt up turn down We ain't into all that shit down in H-Town No Everyday smoking pounds doing downers So chill out you blow my high you damn out of towners Crown us kings or you telling lies Look how much was stole from us by them other guys Why, what are they? Some bootleggers or competitors Even when you look ahead I'm still ahead of ya Bars So high I might be sitting on Mars I'm in my garage playing pick a car Nah, nah I ain't a star, I'm the sun next your bitch She'll tell you who the one that's living life like a don Might fuck on your baby mama for fun Now she gotta wait a week before she give you some Thugga I would talk about all the bitches that I have had Might have a still want me But I'm pouring up a four with a bitch ass so big She might be part donkey And she say we ain't got time for that So look We ain't got time for that Johnny got my teeth icey so fuck global warming I'm bringing the climate back Pull the Glock out like a switchblade If you try to play me bitch I don't get played Headed out I ain't slept in like six days She can't blame me though just tryna get paid I just wanna live in a mansion Couple French maids A Wraith and a Phantom No picket fence No this is not Kansas No yellow brick road if you had imagined Got me feeling like the man Pulling up to the club get out the Wraith like what When you this fresh the looks automatic Don't get mad at her when her face is on stuck She don't want you she just really want us You got her a new car but I put her on the bus I would've said bye but I ain't holding up your front Keep mugging if you want to This ain't really what you want Shoutout to Durk Houston, Texas raised me Houston, Texas pays me These bitches want my babies Only do it if you pay me Sike my whip is looking spacely That's probably why they hate me You don't really wanna race me Unless the exhaust is sounding tasty

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