Panic

Hunnid Dolla fits after I dine her
She keep throwing fits on Spadina
I could give a fuck about a wine
Everything gon' stop

Nothing hits the same
We were on the outbound lane
Doing 44 on the outbound train
I was so proud of my old ways mane
Fuck your whole squad and they gon so ways man

Okay so you claim you fresh but you not really gang
I see you with the city but you rapping with no fame
I see with the red lights the green lights the face
And you just a lame so you hit it with the base

Hunnid Dolla fits after I dine her
She keep throwing fits on Spadina
I could give a fuck about a wine
Everything gon stop



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Writer(s): Charles Everingham
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