Panda - Slim Thug, J Smith

You are now listening to the hottest

Producing in the hottest beats

Of (thug) madness

A G thuggin this bitch

Want some third shit

The thirsty three nigga

No shit for forever

And we shit for forever

Only for the real words

F*** even dick

Could we still go eight nigga

Be good

They keep standing

I talk slow so you understand me

I want that new drop rose f*** me

You two third turn down

We let shit down and the next time

No

Everyday smoking pals going down us

Such a lot you my heart you damn out of town

Crown as king so you

Look how much was told from us by the

What?

What are they?

Some bootleg competitors

Even when you look ahead

I’m still a heavy yah

Bars.

so High might be sittin' on Mars

I’m in my garage planned pick the car

Nah nah

I ain’t the star

I’m the sun exhibitions

Tell you who to one night sleep in life

Like it done

My f*** on you baby mama for fun

Now she got a way the week before

She gave you son

Thug

I would talk about all the bitches

That I have had might that would still want me

But I’m never foe with the bitch ass so big

She might depart down

And she say we ain’t got time for this

Don’t look we ain’t got time for this

Johnny get my teeth ice so f***

I’m bringing the today

For the blackout like a switchblade

If you try to play me bitch

I don’t get play

six

Can’t blame to get pay

I just wanna live in the

And cup of fresh maize

a fans no this is not

No yellow big role

If you had a and got

Yellow like the

Pulling up to the club

You’re like grade five wah

Weed that’s fresh

The looks

Don’t get mad

It hurt when our faces

She she want us

She got brand new car

But I put her ‘round of us

How would

And I hold front

Key muggin' if you want

really what you want

Shot out the dirt Texas raise me

Texas taste me

This basses my babies

Call me do it if you pay me

Side my whippers look a space me

That’s probably why they hate me

You the homie wanna raise me

Unless taste