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Panic, panic, panic All that designer shit they like They say I'm Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) Puttin' dat shit on (yeah) What the fuck you got on? I say "baby hit my phone" You broke what is you on? Free Ian but his head got a Vlone (tat) Told my shootas come home Pop me a pill like Post Malone Nigga house hot he can't even post home Nigga's broke as fuck he can't even post bail You hang around hoes you hoe still Shoot up his crib hope it goes well I look on the ground and I see shells Look at my eyes know you see hell Got a bad bitch and she say that I'm hell Letras de cancionesFree my brother he raise hell How the fuck you servin' with a clean scale [?] I wasn't gon' tell 30 round on me a lotta shells Niggas talkin' on computer yeah [Adele?] Nigga know that choppa sing like Adele Niggas tryna hate epic fail We ride 12 get behind they tail I'm smokin' dope gettin high as hell This nigga trippin' man pass the L If I pull this Glock out and you take a L I'm so high I'm so high [?] the school yeah my name ringin' bells This a freestyle man I know you could tell My diamonds wet like a wishing well And you broke as fuck had to jump in a wishing well Last bitch told me "wish me well" [?] and I know him for real I'm in these streets like [?] From Letras Mania