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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 shit can't be against the rules now

I fuck with these niggas

Get the nigga who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this shit about to be lit

[Verse 1: T-Pain]


Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

I got hoes up in Brooklyn, my Jamaican bitches 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 bullshit

She Steph Curry with the curry chicken

She just make a whole bunch of good shit

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, Imma go get a bunch of Asian bitches up in the Rover

My legacy, fuck 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, bitch

If you think you're doing it, I'm about to ruin it

You're niggas are going to learn tonight, bitch

If you think I'm lit now, watch what happens when I come and turn on the light switch

I will not plan this shit, I come and handle it

Boy that ain't shit but a flight, bitch

[Bridge: T-Pain]

I mean really though

If you think about it, really think about it how hard do they really go?

(Bitch, I'm really dope)

Now you really know

They ain't ready bro

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

[Verse 2: T-Pain]

I got bitches in the Bronx, nigga

They can get me in the back door

Rob a nigga in the trap house, bitch you just walked in the trap door

Caught the body in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper

Thought they was sleepin on Pizzle

Somebody go ask these niggas what they takin' a nap for

Illuminappy, that the squad, nigga

Without that shit I would've been dead

But I swear to God I'mma keep killin' niggas and I put that shit on my kid's head

Cash Know. I'm an asshole. So don't fuck with Pizzle and his bread

I'm the type the type of nigga that'll find a nigga then go and find his chick and a get bitch 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

Think again, and then go and murk all your people

You already know the weapon is lethal

Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger

Yeah nigga, back for the sequel, oh

I got problems in my head, nigga

Smokin' that shit from the West Coast

The major key is when you hatin' me, you could fuck around get your neck broke

You fuck around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco

The summer comin' and you comin' with nothin'

You ready pussy-nigga, let's go

[Bridge: T-Pain]

All I say is "Panda, Panda" and they handle-handle my shit

While I'm chillin' up in Alabama tryna show a bitch how fast a lambo can get

With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistakin' me for the king

Bitch, I make platinum, I'm comin' after them

Passin' them, all I do is fucking win, bitch

[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 makin' a [?] and I'm taxin'

Two hundred racks in the mattress

I don't know about y'all, but I'm a street nigga

Ain't gotta sound like nobody, I'm just me, nigga

Been on tour with T-Pain, that's for free, nigga

That's why I still fuck with them bricks and the weed, nigga

And that's why I hop in my jag, my nigga go hop in that Benz

My nigga 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 mothafuckin' rims

And I keep tryna tell you we from Florida, babe

Still fifty-grand sofa, now mercedes benz

(The baddest bitches 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

T-Pain - feat. Young Cash - Panda T-MIX – текст

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