ToDinero - Pink Panther (feat. KBM Truth)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't smoked since last night and I'm still fried
Nigga had a white shirt and ran up his tie died
Nigga went and copped the vest, caught him lacking, he still died
My nigga Eli got a broke lip, talk shit, still slide
Look, like a water park, niggas say I ain't got no aim Now we playin' darts
Nigga really got green beam if he can't see in dark
Bitch really call me her king, just like Black Panther
Bitch, come and take this pill, it's a pink panther
Bitch, tell her friends to suck dick, she a trendsetter
How do I pick out her friends, who gets wetter
Bitch gon' walk to the dick, under in the weather
Ah, come on, ah, ah
Aye AP, she ain't wanna fuck, now she on me
Fine bitch want to take a ride in the SRT
Audi S line, niggas slide and we four deep
Nigga better make an exit, make a right on the wrong street
Four sheistys, eight pair of gloves in the backseat
If you was me nigga, you be shootin' at police nigga
Too boujee, bitch can't fuck with me with put eight figures
At the party, always getting head, I got like eight fingers
Nah, I mean like eight heads, nigga keep talkin' shit, get head in them dreads
Nah, get head to top, take a nigga 2019, he gettin' mopped
Nah, he gettin' popped, if T.O. got the drum, they gettin' stopped
I got a hoe, think this a Tahoe, she don't know that it's a Cadillac
All my niggas G.B.G. one die, then we getting back
He known for loading up a game, T.O. know for loading up a strap
He dove in head first, let that shit in, it's fuckin' lap
Ayy, nigga, it's T.O., ayy, ayy
Them niggas hitting the grave when shit with T.O. hit the fucking fan
I need a white bitch from the Burbs, I don't need no fan
Kill a nigga in these white fazos, Ku Klux Klan
Got your bitch kids calling me pops, I'm not her mans
It get hot up on that motherfucking block, giving niggas tans
Had em singing from that motherfucking chop like he Tamela Mann
She got a nigga on the side, more concerned about my fucking bands
She got drunk off that Henny, I forgot about her fucking man
Pop her cherry, say it hurt, then I made her pop her fucking Xan
Come up, bouncing through that cut, I'ma catch you, you get fucking crammed
Yeah, yeah, he gon fucking die, ayy
Ayy, he gon' die cause he a fuckin' geek
A nigga diss on AP, and I'ma fucking tweak
Nigga duckin' me, I give his ass a fuckin' week
I'ma kill him, throw his body in the fuckin' creek
Nigga, momma can't even give a kiss on her cheek
Nigga, bitch-ass nigga, he gon' die, nigga, yeah

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Todinero Music

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