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Panda Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Kur
I remember nights when I was scramblin'
Baggin' up in houses that abandoned I remember when a nigga jammed me I done lost connection with my family Wonder why I keep on taking xannies Niggas broke and I don't understand it She gave me throat because I'm fuckin' handsome After that I never fuckin' answered I don't got no rollies that be dancing Got gorillas and they fuckin' spazzin' Out in Austin I just fuckin' landed Shout out Diamond Cuts and DJ Damage My nigga Leek got like 20 years 20 years until he see his family In the squada I was in the back seat I can't let these niggas fuckin' pass me Runnin' shit just like a fuckin' athlete I'm a move my grandmom to the county Been a minute since I seen her happy For a minute I been fuckin' snappin' We had crack all in the fuckin' mattress Gettin' paper you can't fuckin' match us Wait, I'm just to fuckin' wreckless Wait, fucked ya bitch right on septa Wait, I'm just too fuckin' busy Tried to fit you on my fuckin' schedule Wait, weed in our cigarillos Wait, I'm just applyin' pressure NGB I'm with this shit forever Had to fall back got my shit together Coop about to open trap school He gon tell you about that back room When Reem was here he gave me so much Wish that I can give it back to em' High as shit I'm tryna act normal Niggas put me on the back burner Fuck this shit I'm bout to black on em' Say they real but niggas act phony In ya bushes with a tec on me Shout out Dot I got respect for em' Texas mom always check on her Always tell her that the best coming Wake up in the morning take me a bar Wake up in the morning facetime a broad I had kush I put it right in the jar Fuck that bitch I put her right in my song Get high as a drone, I don't wanna talk Bitch I'm tryna bone, I live my life stoned Did this on my own, my jacket designer it's keepin' me warm Got my yeezys on, I'm all in the zone If it ain't about paper stop callin' my phone just leave me alone When it come to that paper I have niggas that stole come right to ya' home Me and my boys don't stress over hoes, we get to that dough Now switch up the flow Fuck all that fame I went back to my roots I got some homies that's askin' to shoot Went to the gutta, went back to the sewer I'm feelin' great now I'm back in the booth I'm at [?] I'm acting a fool I talked to gunna he said that he cool Do what I want, don't play by the rules I think a lot of these niggas confused I know a lot of these bitches been screwed Wait Wait, back on my bull, Bitch I'm that boul Fuck is he doing [?] That nigga be drawn The Bitches Be on em', I stood on the corner I smoke marijuana, Just me and my partner Money and power, I want money and power Going up, this nigga going up Going up, this nigga going up Don't think he slowing up, this nigga going up This nigga going up, this nigga going up |
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