Shy Glizzy - Panicking lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - Panicking lyrics]
(Sonny Digital) young Jefe, homes
(I get my work from the Nacro)
I fell asleep beside this bitch
With all my jewelry on (Oh)
I wake up and I get into a different zone
(Oh oh oh) my bitch keep dialin' me
Telling me I'm gon' be alone (Oh)
If two wrongs don't make a right
Two rights don't make a wrong
Tired of talkin' to my
Niggas through them telephones (Brrt, brrt)
Waitin' on them damn appeals, that shit
It take too long (Goddamn)
Bond and that Biscotti, that be my cologne
(Goddamn, goddamn)
She let me feel all on her
Body when her man ain't home (O oh)
And you ain't gotta ask me
Where them hittas at (Uh)
You know I be deep in the
Jungle with them guerillas, yeah, yeah
(Aw)
Little SoundCloud rappers like to mimic, yeah
That's a really good gimmick
Better stick to that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was laughing at dawg
Now he the man again (yeah)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Oh)
He got hit with the Glizzy, started panickin'
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas
They be dressin' off the mannequin (yeah)
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Damn)
You can't stand that nigga
Yo' bitch a fan of him (Goddamn)
And every time she see him
She start panickin' (Oh)
Say she undecided, love her other nigga
(What?) i put that dick inside, she say
"Fuck that nigga" (What? What?)
You don't have to call
I hit that Usher with her
Trey Seven 'til I fall, and bitch
We clutch the trigger (Trey Sev')
Soon she see them bags, then she get excited
(Get excited) these niggas big and bad
Until they get indicted (Woah)
First, we switch to Tech shit
And we get to slidin' (Skrrt)
A hoodie and a mask, I'm talkin' block attire
(Oh) tell my opp I got his bitch
She tryna give me neck (Give me neck)
She say, "I wanna feel something real and
He can't give me that" (yeah)
Tell them niggas to save their breath
'cause we not hearin' that (Shh)
No, I'm not puttin' none of my
Business out on the internet (No, no)
Y'all was laughing at dawg
Now he the man again (Ha ha ha)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Say what?)
He got hit with the Glizzy, started panickin'
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas
They be dressin' off the mannequin (Goddamn)
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Goddamn, goddamn)
You can't stand that nigga
Yo' bitch a fan of him (Ship that)
And every time she see him
She start panickin' (Oh)
(I get my work from the Nacro)
I fell asleep beside this bitch
With all my jewelry on (Oh)
I wake up and I get into a different zone
(Oh oh oh) my bitch keep dialin' me
Telling me I'm gon' be alone (Oh)
If two wrongs don't make a right
Two rights don't make a wrong
Tired of talkin' to my
Niggas through them telephones (Brrt, brrt)
Waitin' on them damn appeals, that shit
It take too long (Goddamn)
Bond and that Biscotti, that be my cologne
(Goddamn, goddamn)
She let me feel all on her
Body when her man ain't home (O oh)
And you ain't gotta ask me
Where them hittas at (Uh)
You know I be deep in the
Jungle with them guerillas, yeah, yeah
(Aw)
Little SoundCloud rappers like to mimic, yeah
That's a really good gimmick
Better stick to that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was laughing at dawg
Now he the man again (yeah)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Oh)
He got hit with the Glizzy, started panickin'
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas
They be dressin' off the mannequin (yeah)
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Damn)
You can't stand that nigga
Yo' bitch a fan of him (Goddamn)
And every time she see him
She start panickin' (Oh)
Say she undecided, love her other nigga
(What?) i put that dick inside, she say
"Fuck that nigga" (What? What?)
You don't have to call
I hit that Usher with her
Trey Seven 'til I fall, and bitch
We clutch the trigger (Trey Sev')
Soon she see them bags, then she get excited
(Get excited) these niggas big and bad
Until they get indicted (Woah)
First, we switch to Tech shit
And we get to slidin' (Skrrt)
A hoodie and a mask, I'm talkin' block attire
(Oh) tell my opp I got his bitch
She tryna give me neck (Give me neck)
She say, "I wanna feel something real and
He can't give me that" (yeah)
Tell them niggas to save their breath
'cause we not hearin' that (Shh)
No, I'm not puttin' none of my
Business out on the internet (No, no)
Y'all was laughing at dawg
Now he the man again (Ha ha ha)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Say what?)
He got hit with the Glizzy, started panickin'
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas
They be dressin' off the mannequin (Goddamn)
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Goddamn, goddamn)
You can't stand that nigga
Yo' bitch a fan of him (Ship that)
And every time she see him
She start panickin' (Oh)