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    "Panda" Lyrics

    Young Lucid

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    Intro: [Young Lucid]

    Yeah yeah
    Shout out to Desiigner
    He got New York City going crazy over this Panda shit man

    Verse 1: [Young Lucid]

    Back on my rap shit
    I'll make a beat do a backflip
    We got the weight like a fat chick
    My baby girl like an actress
    That's Sophia Vega
    I say a prayer
    For every nigga with zero paper
    Some call them haters
    I call them broke
    Rap and chicken
    That's all I know
    I ain't talking no caesar
    Fuck nigga hasta la vista
    I don't play with that zoe shit
    I ain't swiping no Visas
    Only bars that I fucks with are sixteens and ice creams
    The day I lie in my verses
    God gon' throw your boy in them hearses
    That's a fact
    I make my cash off of rap
    I'll peel your muffin cap way the fuck back
    You must not know where you're at
    Flapping them jiblets
    Your riblets is at stake
    Fuck is a break?
    I got the flow of the Empire State
    Don't you violate my compadres
    Or go flying off fire escapes
    It's figures over niggas
    Make her sing like Bryson Tiller
    Oh no, don't
    Make me tell you twice
    I'll rap until the after life
    When I get to heaven L-U-C gon' leave a mark
    Until then I want that X6 like a Panda
    When I park it I'll be sparking
    A backwood fatter than a fucking Panda

    Bridge: [Desiigner]

    Panda, Panda
    Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

    Hook: [Desiigner]

    I got broads in Atlanta
    Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
    Credit cards and the scammers
    Hitting off licks in the bando
    Black X6, Phantom
    White X6 looks like a panda
    Going out like I'm Montana
    Hundred killers, hundred hammers
    Black X6, Phantom
    White X6, panda
    Pockets swole, Danny
    Selling bar, candy
    Man I'm the macho like Randy
    The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
    Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
    Hope you killas understand me



    Verse 2: [Desiigner]

    I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and shit sipping Fanta
    Credit cards and the scammers
    Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
    Whole buncha lot of shit
    They be asking round town who be clappin shit
    I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
    I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I try this shit
    Black X6, Phantom
    White X6, killing on camera
    Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
    Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
    Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
    Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
    Big Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie
    Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty
    Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
    I got niggas that's counting for digits
    Say you make you a lot of new money
    Know some niggas pull off and they in the Rafe
    CTD, they pull off and they kill the Bape
    Call up Phillip-Phillip, gone fill the bank, niggas up in the bank We gone drill the bank, fuck we gone kill the bank, get it
    I got broads, yea I get it
    I get cards yea I shitted
    This how I live it
    Did it all for a ticket
    Now flex drop bombs when he spin it
    And Bobby gone trend it
    Jeff The Don doing business
    Zana Ray fucking up shit and she doin' her bidnezz
    I be getting to the chicken
    Counting to the chicken
    And all of my niggas gone split it


    [Hook] x2

    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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