Don't Panic - Jay Aston, King Eli & Richh: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Jay Aston, King Eli & Richh

Don't Panic

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Don't Panic은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2020년 1월 20일일에 Boroside에서 발매되었습니다.Don't Panic - Single

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앨범Don't Panic - Single

발매일2020년 1월 20일

라벨Boroside

LanguageEnglish

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM72

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Jay Aston

실연자

King Eli

실연자

Richh

실연자

작곡 및 작사

Jayden Mayo

작사가 겸 작곡가

Elijah Austin

작사가 겸 작곡가

Zaire Williams

작사가 겸 작곡가

가사

Attention, attention

(Attention, attention, ****)

This is a fucking Boroside production (Borosides)

LR, Eli, Jay Brill

Said I gotta do it

These **** tell lies, and they cap in music

If he throw up the 2, then we gotta boom him

If we spin through the C, then we making movies

And we roll up that Quill when we spinning

I ain't asking the lord for forgiveness

For all of the sins I committed

And that dad hat be tact, when we bending

And these **** can't cross Atlantic

Hop out the V, that's gon' make 'em panic

If I reverse the V, then we watch him vanish

And I'm 59 PT, better understand it

If he say he C-block, then that .40 dancing

If I ride through that Lot I leave, no one standing

And I walk in the spot and scream Whoopty (Whoopty!)

Throw up the Hat and salute me or shoot me

Tired of the politickin'

Said my name on a track, is you really spinnin'?

I put on for my Hat, call me Skottie Brimmin'

I told boy not to lack now his time is ticking like, Gang

Glizzy take a **** out his Glo'

Ain't no fear in my heart and that's on bro

Head tap, if he Jacking HMO

Too tact, if he speak on bro he go

PrimeTime, yeah I scream Geronimo

Tryna catch a petey, that's a situation

Big dope to the face, like we straight Jamaicans

Pop-out on the stains, and I tell her shake it

I'm loving his chain, so I gotta take it

Kbrim told me chill cause I gotta make it

He sitting at home, what's his occupation

**** not tryna make him no bread

On point when I head to my destination

But I gotta keep 1 in the head

Ain't no Ciggy Black, but I'm paper chasing

I tell Leek boy, "don't aim for his leg"

Gotta let 'em know

Revolver do circles, he mention bro

I call Benzo too tact, he already know

Jay Aston BOROsides PT SG, and I'm nothing more

Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)

Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool

Tuck that, can't leave the cannon

Fuck peace, we give 'em damage

Flock 3, cut up Atlantic

Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!)

Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground

Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic)

Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool

Tuck that, can't leave the cannon

Fuck peace, we give 'em damage

Flock 3, cut up Atlantic

Jump in the foreign we out

Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground

Perky got me in a mood, I'm swerving

I'm sturdy, get in my way you get murdered

Blood stepping, we be dripping for certain

Maybach, close the curtains

I'm sleepy, and shawty keep begging to meet me

You thinking she yours, she thinking she mine

Put dick in her spine, I'm leaving

Move tact, **** pussy, every second they looking like, "Who that?"

We up that weapon on 'em, put the pressure on 'em

No chance to shoot back

Hunnind stuffed in the pants, the blue pack

You broke I don't know who you fooling

And we put that boy face on a T-shirt, **** mad we cooling

Boomed 'em

Pick 'em up, kids on her face make her lick it up

Think we done made **** sick of us

We pull-up and they run like they in a rush

Said they spinning what? Never

Cindoe got it, he bring it wherever

Make it litty no matter the weather

Bro as soon as he lack, Get 'em

Shell 'em

New pack, step in a spot, ****, move back

Hol' on, don't get your boo clapped

Brody itching to shoot like a new tat

I don't even gotta talk much, **** know what's up, and what's what

Now we gon' have a little fun, pour the jenny in the cup

They fucked up

Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead)

Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool

Tuck that, can't leave the cannon

Fuck peace, we give 'em damage

Flock 3, cut up Atlantic

Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!)

Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground

Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic)

Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool

Tuck that, can't leave the cannon

Fuck peace, we give 'em damage

Flock 3, cut up Atlantic

Jump in the foreign we out

Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground

(Fuck they talkin' 'bout?)

Don't panic, lil' ****, don't make a sound

We got choppas, and knockers, don't fuck around

Innocent, witnesses, gettin' clowned

Can't tell what you saw, 'cause you in the clouds

.38 feenin', to peel a cap

I be smoking on ****, my hitters clap

Manny a demon when he attack

So I fuck with my **** who really Hat

I don't fuck with no Choo, I don't fuck with Woo

I don't fuck with nobody I never knew (I never knew that ****)

I'ma pull-up on **** like "Who Is who?"

If he upping that 2, then he get removed

Keep talking on Rich Runts

I'ma roll me a Snizz blunt, while I'm getting my dick sucked

**** will run, when I pull out this big gun

Won't leave 'til I hit one like

I'm EBK!

These **** is pussy, don't follow nobody, I lead the way

He was in the way

RJ got shot on his block, and we sent him to Interfaith

It was DOA

Dizzle got hit up on Patchen, ain't make it to see the day

Screaming "Free the Gang!"

You spoke on my ****, I pull-up on ****, and bring the pain

Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)

Written by: Elijah Austin, Jayden Mayo, Zaire Williams

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