PANIC!!! - Paris Texas.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Paris Texas/Dilip Venkatesh/M
[00:00.000] [Intro: Felix]
[00:00.496] (Yeah, ayy, woah, yeah)
[00:26.047] Ayy, please don't touch my— (No, not yet)
[00:27.659]PANIC!!!, Ayy, bad bitch touch my—, wait (No no no)
[00:29.516] I can see why you're— (Okay, go ahead)
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[00:30.575] [Verse 1: Felix]
[00:31.118] I see why you are stressed (Mhm)
[00:33.504] Because you're no contest (Mhm)
[00:35.635] **** 12, I can't confess (Mhm)
[00:37.484] Drop racks, I'll clean my mess (Mhm)
[00:39.605] Excuse me while I flex (Mhm)
[00:41.475]PANIC!!!, Bad bitch that's to my left (Mhm)
[00:43.596]PANIC!!!, Your bitch bad with bad breath (Mhm)
[00:45.714] For bags, I do conquest
[00:47.580] Find bag then I collect (Okay)
[00:49.713] Know niggas that love techs (They do)
[00:51.825] Like geeks know every spec (They do)
[00:53.683] Both cheeks I grab, oh yes (Oh yes)
[00:55.809] It's like I'm grandma, yes (Okay)
[00:57.678] PT rep that 'til death ('Til death)
[00:59.793] Get back, I need ten steps (5 feet)
[01:01.397] Don't care who got up next
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[01:03.282] [Verse 2: Louie Pastel]
[01:03.813]PANIC!!!, Uh-huh, PT, bitch, can't miss
[01:05.672] Ain't heard no shit like this
[01:07.794] Pull out my shit, she lick
[01:09.659] I got the bread to trick
[01:11.786] I see yo' ex down bad, uh-huh
[01:13.901] I think he need a sis, uh-huh
[01:15.778] So I went and ****ed that nigga momma, huh
[01:17.913]PANIC!!!, I came in this bitch with no genre, huh, huh
[01:19.241] I'm on my way to the tippity-top
[01:22.445] I'm so OP niggas think I'm an opp
[01:24.037] B-O-B-M-O-B-G-A-N-G
[01:26.165] Niggas love me, why the **** would I stop?
[01:28.278] I might get bored and just get into stocks
[01:30.402] Shawty just gave me the slippery slop
[01:32.276] I love black girls that listen to rock
[01:34.124] **** you thinkin' tryna put me in box?
[01:35.190] [Verse 3: Felix]
[01:35.717] This ain't for containin', you stupid little hoe
[01:37.576] Ain't no point in savin' when niggas up the score
[01:39.721] I'm so good at sangin', the way I carry notes
[01:41.853] They frame what I'm sayin', treat that like paintings
[01:43.704] This not a handout, we not relayin'
[01:45.558] Competition, all we do is dust it
[01:47.695] I'm the type to hold her face, and **** it
[01:49.811] I'mma hold her hair up if she suck it
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[01:51.936] [Verse 4: Louie Pastel]
[01:52.473]PANIC!!!, Leave her bitch looking like a musket (Yeah)
[01:53.797] I'm really him, what the **** is assumption? (Yeah)
[01:55.685] I was getting 5-star shit for my luncheon (Yeah)
[01:57.285] Keep on givin' me lip, I'mma bust it (Yeah)
[01:59.402] I don’t really walk anywhere, I'mma float in (Yeah)
[02:01.526]I'm a real night-mayor, bitch, put your vote in (Yeah)
[02:03.122]Niggas gonna flinch in the dark so I punch in (Yeah)
[02:05.512] I'm a keep on doin' this shit 'til it soak in