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don't panic (remix) - jeremih lyrics

[intro: french montana]
don’t panic, n-gga don’t panic (ha)
don’t panic, n-gga don’t panic (ha)
mustard on the beat, hoe

[chorus: french montana]
shawty fell in love with a hustler
man, i took her from a buster
n-ggas keep talking like they know something
i slide on your b-tch like she on something
don’t panic, don’t panic, we just getting started, n-gga, don’t panic
real n-ggas getting cake, watch the fake n-ggas hate
don’t panic, don’t panic, we just getting started, n-gga, don’t panic
don’t panic, don’t panic, we just getting started, n-gga, don’t panic

[verse 1: jeremih]
know she getting tired of the broke stressing
why there ain’t no hoes in your section?
know she with a young’n feeling like a milf
i’ma have to teach her -ss a old lesson
five weeks number 1, n-gga, “don’t tell ’em”
but i got 5 stars n-gga, joe jackson
and since i got time i get a rolex
you know i’m in supperclub bowflexing (woo!)
here i come, you ready or not?
henny and a lemmy, put it down on the rocks (oh)
these n-gga out in here living the life (oh)
met yo b-tch, might hit it, got her taking these shots (oh, oh)

[verse 2: french montana]
(ha, ayy) i won’t let up, sipping that ciroc amaretto
real b-tches gon’ wait on me, fake b-tches gon’ skate on me (skrrt)
real b-tches getting cake, fake b-tches gon’ hate (whoop!)
she a model on the gram, getting swallowed was the plan (oh, oh)
this young thug need four b-tches
take her to the crib take no pictures
-ss fat, let me get up on it (oh, oh)
bounce back early in the morning (woo!)

[verse 3: chris brown]
look, haha, okay, don’t panic, i see you poppin’ that p-ssy
i’m tryna lick on the cookie, i’m eatin’ through the panties
in and out that booty, ham sandwich
young, new k!ller, b-tch, your n-gga old like blackplanet
strapped up, pistol with the bandanas
extended clip, gotta hide it from the d-mn cameras
man, i’m only smokin’ cali kush
when i’m on the plane, they got your b-tch rollin’ the blunts, i call it high standards
chucks with my locs on
pretty girls, tell ’em ugly b-tches, “go home”
you know, they comin’ for the money and the real n-ggas
you know, these thirsty -ss thots need a meal ticket, ha!

- jeremih lyrics

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