letra de black panther - skyte
[intro]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
aye, aye, look
[verse 1]
black ass n-gga really pushing my movement
i feel like the black panther
smoking all type of strains, got pack in the air
f-ck around leave your ass with cancer
when twelve ask questions i feel like it’s school
i don’t really know that answer
bad b-tch ask me why i’m just a rude ass n-gga
i been forgot my manners
and i got hoes on me in the boatload
riding round the coupe all night like santa
found out brodie was taking to the popo
so i put the tool to his ass, no hammer
catch me lacking yeah, that’s a no no
that’s like catching a ghost on camera
you can be a 10 in the face with a fat ass waist
but you still ain’t meet my standards
pull that stick out, go bananas
my bro locked up in that slammer
i can take 10 out the bank on a bad ass day
and still pour up dis fanta
bad ass b-tch in my dm talking sh-t
i’m correcting all her grammar
n-gga f-ck your gang you a lil lame ass n-gga
bet you from alabama
[verse 2]
how you say you ball and you don’t even got no handles?
we done bl!cked his ass and left him there
who the f-ck gon solve that scandal?
when the lights go out it’s demon time
as soon as i blow that candle
and my b-tch got a lump on her b-tt
it looks something like a camel
you twelve ass n-gga
when i get around you it hot some like summer
you a l ass n-gga man
the glock finna leave you shocked just like thunder
met a bad ass b-tch at the function
i want top, f-ck her number
lil hoe tryna get my wood down wtf i look like lumber?
feel like i’m misunderstood now only one i got my brother
ain’t get sleep in three weeks working all day
i don’t get no slumber
my gang send bullets from the top
while my demons slide from under
put my d-ck up in her palico, this ain’t no monster hunter
cool, you juliet, i’m not romeo, i’m the side n-gga
you can post that glock all day
but i bet he won’t come outside with it
and i keep the blunt real close to me
on god, cause i don’t like liquor
i hate this lame ass gen, it’s always bout who type quicker
talking sh-t, f-ck that we can fight n-gga
i might take your b-tch, seen she had a nice figure
f-ck bout global warming, i just want my ice bigger
my chop pop in yo face like when you open sprite n-gga
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