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slayer (producer) – panamera lyrics

[intro]
he slayed this one
boy you f-cking with a soldier
aye, yeah

[chorus: endoh]
came out the gutter way too grimy
he and me the dream team, super slimy
get your lil’ -ss down, so please don’t try me
gotta stay positive and see the silver lining
you say you’re broke when i need it, you ain’t ever taught me sh-t
life an uphill battle, so i start climbing it
i realized i had it in me when people started doubting this sh-t
life felt way, way better when i started trying this sh-t

[verse 1: surf]
yeah, yeah, yeah
life get way, way better when you start trying sh-t
n-ggas be too cap with all that lying sh-t
i be rocking all designer, but i ain’t buying sh-t
juug, finesse, momma said to do your best
i want a m like i’m with the mets
my b-tch bad, but she is a mess
my jacket cost an arm and leg
she is a bird, she want the bread
she just mad ’cause she on read
after 12, like she a fed
i’ve been going through some sh-t, i might get grimy, dog
don’t come across my gang, it might get slimy, dog
don’t think this sh-t no game, i would not try me, dog
.44 on me, the city right behind me, dog

[verse 2: vvsvincii]
my b-tch is too far, and my fit is archive
pop me a lil x, i’ll be lit if i die
stack up some lil’ chips or f-ck his b-tch, i can’t decide
have you ever been in a panamera? baby, hop up in the ride
came up on some guap, i started thumbing through
i can’t even explain just what these hundreds do
i’m talking big bands, i’m talking strips of blue
and i’ma f-ck up saks again, this sh-t ain’t nothing new
i live fast, i live dangerous
v8s, we was racing
i spend ks when i’m shopping
i don’t need an occasion
and i heard he was plotting
turn that boy to a patient
so you’d best move with caution, ’cause i got eyes and they watching
oh, yeah yeah
watching how you move, let that sink in
n-ggas up that tool, i got goons, i’m the kingpin
ain’t no rules, locked your room without thinking
and i zoom in the coupe, just like poof, windows tinted
new moncler for the season
just scored on a foreign b-tch, i think she polynesian
she like “vincii, why you ghost me for no reason?”
i don’t give a f-ck, i make it up, i’m busting and i’m leaving

- slayer producer lyrics

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