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panama//
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panama// è stato pubblicato il 14 aprile 2025 da Maddox Music come parte dell'album EVERYTHING
Released14 aprile 2025
EtichettaMaddox Music
LinguaEnglish
BPM76
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Shit be automatic, we don't let it click then click again
Carbohydrate loadin, I've been only bout my bread
Catch me outside servin' corner stores, just tryna lure the heads
Can't get caught up with these bitches, ain't fuckin' the crew we tell em scram
She ain't got no manners, but I can't take no chances
Left pocket stuffed with knots, right one full of Panama
Funny how that money make you laugh when you just add it up
Shawty hit me up like once a month to get her passion on
If that kitty smell like Poland Springs, I'm eatin' it like a cannibal
We just split a pill, she told me it'll make us animals
Pussy wet cantaloupe, water bendin, back flippin
She can't get enough, I fuck her good it make her act different
Money callin, chasin' checks and flexin' on a broke boy
Damn near made a bread feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy
Really only bout my commas till I pull up in that Rolls Royce
Anyone can be a star, I'm just the one to go for it
Puff exotic mixed with grabba til my eyes bleed
If you fuckin' with my money, that's two violations
What you owe me plus the time I wasted just to take it
My DNA got THC, I'm prolly half Jamaican
Ain't none of that shit you earned yourself, so why you bragging bout it
Ain't no ring for my new bitch, I'll put a bag up on her
Lil' baby wetter than a sink, so I be sailin' on it
Watch her bust and trick and flip and fuckin' balance on it
Shit be automatic, we don't let it click then click again
Carbohydrate loadin, I've been only bout my bread
Catch me outside servin' corner stores, just tryna lure the heads
Can't get caught up with these bitches, ain't fuckin' the crew we tell em scram
She ain't got no manners, but I can't take no chances
Left pocket stuffed with knots, right one full of Panama
Funny how that money make you laugh when you just add it up
Shawty hit me up like once a month to get her passion on
If that kitty smell like Poland Springs, I'm eatin' it like a cannibal
We just split a pill, she told me it'll make us animals
Pussy wet cantaloupe, water bendin, back flippin
She can't get enough, I fuck her good it make her act different
Money callin, chasin' checks and flexin' on a broke boy
Damn near made a bread feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy
Really only bout my commas till I pull up in that Rolls Royce
Anyone can be a star, I'm just the one to go for it
Written by: Dylan Gilfilian
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