Panda Lyrics

I got broads up in jersey
Some of them thick and them curvy
Some of them slimmer and cuter
Spend all their time on computers
Speakin of heartache and pain
Thinking of makin it rain
Taking my sorrows
And drowning it all in champagne
I hope that u all entertained
And pray that we never the same

People bothered me
Stuck in poverty and still i never complained
Rappers so weak with the bars
That i will not go to they show
I rather go sit in the car
Just hit me when yall out the door
Demic as rude as it gets
And i dont got room for the stress
Before u pursue on a bet
U gotta see who are the refs