Panini

Hey man why you tweakin
Mad I scored yo chick
She wasnt even playin defense
Heard I like to trip
Support me just like a crutch
Always at my hips
Baby love it when you dip
Start thuggin crazy when I sip
And I'm bustin out the zip
Chasin Luxory
Shout out who get these bucks wit me
We gon catch a lift
Reimburse every gift
If the soil fertile
Mine as well n grow a garden
Feed the young
Make em strong like Spartans

I see you baby don't run from me
I see you baby know you want me

Hold up baby where you going
In some ish that people notice I'm a star you see me glowing

Wit some shooters wigging out
Catch a stray and get a sow-in

I can read you like a book
Ya flip the script its in the story

Tryna earn some stripes
But I put her in some Nikes

Love is on rewind I make a movie like I'm Spike Lee
Love it when she's sweet but off that henny extra spicy

Like You in love
I might be

Think I'm crazy
I might be

Asked if it's forever she like
YUP in my white tee
YUP in my white tee
YUP in my white tee
Asked if she want cheddar She like
YUP in my white tee
YUP in my white tee
YUP in my white tee

I see you baby don't run from me
I see you baby know you want me

Hey tim Hortons bring back panini cut that jawn in a two piece like a bikini
Ik you seen me wit my shorty I know You tweeting mad can't she be me
These vvs truey she dont watch tv

See them Chains on Change come when you least expecting Might mess around
An break ya heart then try to Repossess it
Ain't no tellin if I get on tomorrow she gon let it

But nah forget it
I'm too Toxic flexing cookin breakfast
My flow a template
Slow my lane up so I could hit the exit
She so impress it wit how i whip it when it blow she tempted
An shots attempted by you end up in the bayous
She be like bye dude but if it was i you I would try too

I see you baby don't run from me
I see you baby know you want me

Want me
Why you haunt me
You in the past
Of my memory
I can't give up
No I can't sleep
No way
I count my blessings everyday
Day
Now I'm on 33
They still ain't heard of me
Lord I'm on my knees
Can you do one more thing
Open up they eyes so I can
Blind em wit my beams
Imma shoot the stars n make em bleed
Imma shooting star best believe
We ain't come this far just to leave
Betta be a goner when we pull up
X-ray on the scope
I see what you full of



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt D. Cobain, David Biral, Denzel Michael-akil Baptiste, Oladipo O Omishore, Montero Lamar Hill
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