Wont Panic song by Young Pacs from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Wont Panic Meaning
| [[Verse 1] Got it out the mud, where would I be without my plug? Good yute to my aunt, to police I’m a thug She asked what I do, I said “I does what I does” We ain’t taking no checks, you know we got it in the club You see becah I see stacks, yutes pree my head back Give out couple samples, wait for the feedback From a kid I always knew I’ll see racks Two and a Q gone this morning, three bags You can’t go back on what you said up in that station Suck your mum if you ever said that I’m a pagan First move I done, stomach was aching First mash I buss my hand was not shaking Every time I pick up a shoes I put a lace in Chicken and chips to mussels and crab, amazing Sick of this shit but my lifestyle mad Had me outside billing up lines on tag [Hook] Two packs, no biggie, I won’t panic Hotel with a sweet one, throw back it No gang, big wap, go at him Big spinner, big nosе, no jamming Fuck a old pattern, local phone banging Big food on the tablе, no snapping Thousandaire for years nigga cah I been at it Fuck a rainy day nigga cah I been stacking , [Verse 2] New year, same pattern, same me Stay focused, live good, make P Half B of B in the A3 My yard bredrin said “Pacs yuh nuh easy” I ain’t tryna hear no one say free me Fiends still begging man for free biz Put my trigger finger in her mouth, I’m cheeky I told her “Spin round slow”, sho Fore the roads got red, fore the trappers got men Another booting in ends, man are like “Oh again?” Sitting in crown, thinking I ain’t got no sense Fuck a top ten, I’m thinking bout who’s got peng My scales are battered, my tyres are knackered My back feels fucked, I’ve been bagging up for hours Sick of this shit but my lifestyle pays First performance I done, I had my knife on stage [Hook] Two packs, no biggie, I won’t panic Hotel with a sweet one, throw back it No gang, big wap, go at him Big spinner, big nose, no jamming Fuck a old pattern, local phone banging Big food on the table, no snapping Thousandaire for years nigga cah I been at it Fuck a rainy day nigga cah I been stacking] |
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