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lirik lagu panda freestyle (g-mix) – lor scoota

[intro]
what up, what up?
scooter, baby
automatic, i’m at it, unleashed
back at it again, back at it again, back at it again
f-cking these n-ggas up (f-cking these n-ggas up)

[verse 1]
lor scoota, baby
keep dem b-tches going crazy
never let a b-tch play me
you don’t like me n-gga, then spray me
other than that what you saying?
im the mother-f-cking man
we the one’s with grams
h-lla guns, h-lla bands
walking straight up in the club
don’t need no f-cking wrist band
got on black and white, panda
got crack white, panda
your baby mother, had her
that b-tch you with, had her
i got broads in atlanta
tell alexis skyy i’m tryin’ have her
know some bad hoes in la
what’s up low low and j.c
i wish both of y’all could date me
i got plugs in la
go to play house just to play
got the shiners with me every day
we the hottest n-ggas in the state
we designer down head to feet
36, o’s, 30,000 on clothes
selling dope out da holes
scrambled smack double 0’s
shoot a n-gga on camera, like a picture you froze
i don’t f-ck with none of these rappers
if they ain’t come for my hoes

[hook]
lor scoota, baby
keep them b-tches going crazy
probably why them n-ggas hate me
n-ggas claiming that they made me
n-ggas try front page me
b-tch we balling like the ravens
all my n-ggas making plays
bring all my n-ggas on the stage

[verse 2]
they let my n-gga out the cage
dark shades johnny cage
smoking haze, b-tch im blazed
spilling drank on my jay’s
might hit the club every day, just to hear this sh-t play
even a n-gga designer, don’t rock more designer than me
b-tch i’m still in the trenches
f-cking these n-ggas b-tches
i’m in the game no scrimmage
they feel my pain when i spit it
these n-ggas lame with a image
copycats bunch of mimics
but i sip my tea and mind my business
f-ck them n-ggas, cause i’m getting it
i’m the only one that did it
i’m the owner of the city
harlem shaking like i’m diddy
my new b-tch p-ssy so pretty
my old b-tch still tryna’ get me
you miserable and i’m living
four seasons dang i’m sipping
everywhere i go i’m tipping
they know i’m baller in the building
you know who all the b-tches dealing
know my views do a million
know i’m loved by the children
you know i’m the hottest in the city
you know i’m still in the trenches
you know i’m lor scoota, baby
keep them b-tches going crazy

[outro]
lor scoota, baby
keep them b-tches going crazy
lor scoota, baby
keep them b-tches going crazy
lor scoota, baby
keep them b-tches going crazy
never let a b-tch play me
you don’t like me n-gga then spray me

- lor scoota

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