DJ Mustard - Don't Panic lyrics

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DJ Mustard - Don't Panic lyrics

[Intro: French Montana] Don't panic n***a, don't panic Don't panic n***a, don't panic [Verse 1: Sneakbo] In the club, smoking marijuana I just wanna party, f** the drama Boy, you know I came here with the hammer Try me and catch 6 from the ladder Ciroc bottle f**ing up my bladder I'm with [?] come and holla And I ain't talking b**hes from the manor I'mma get girl twisted, something like a spanner I see a couple b**hes over there Tell the bodyguard "bring em over here" Throwing money for your p**y in the air You gon' have my whole squad like Bo, she the best My pretty brown ting with a round ting Your arse looking like it need a pounding I'll book a room at [?] West, how that sounding? I'm just tryna get her wetter than a fountain Big dick, bigger than a mountain Girl, you could come see it if you're doubting Or ask all the girls in the south, b**h If my dick's mix up, it got em fighting Can't stick around, I be skating Real n***a getting paid quick Dodging bullets like the Matrix Come back [?] I'm on that bait sh** [?] b**h posing on the pavement Indirects when I see em, they don't say sh** They don't say sh** Boy, I flex on a n***a if he's hating [Hook: French Montana] Don't panic We're just getting started n***a, don't panic Real n***as getting cake Watch them fake n***as hate Don't panic, don't panic We're just getting started n***a, don't panic But don't panic, don't panic We're just getting started n***a, don't panic [Verse 2: M Darg] Darg's back, who let the darg out? We don't swing [?] guys this ain't arms house Give a b**h dick and send her to young Darg's house Better be Bo tryna run in Darg's house Big machine go dudududu Some lame guys [?] I wish I coulda shoulda Most thing I do, I go and make wood up Female [?] Jetski, jetski Full speed to the max, no Pepsi Four Ps to the sack, nothing less, G 40 in the MAC, lick out your chestpiece Drop with it, roll with it In the party with your soaker and got soaked with it Got poked by your friend, I think he [?] it [Verse 3: Grizzy] Look at us, look at them You ain't banging guns, well get some ordered them Thinking 'bout the days we used to bully them But now I f** the gyal and get the p**y wet Now they wanna beef, I tell em move You ain't slapping guns or done a move Always sleep with thingies in my room, man I let the something ride if there's any funny moves Still up in the bando, come and look You ain't really bad, you're just a crook My youngers with the flickies wanna jook Heard them n***as wanna try, I just wish a n***a would Busy getting money, I can't look at you Them n***as think they're fly because their hoodie new All my 150 so savage Don't panic [Verse 4: S-Wavey] Trap trap n***a, don't get no sleep Please stop now, you ain't slapped no heat If I say we got dum dums I'm talking 'bout bando, come and bang this heat These n***as think it's all a f**ing joke Catch these n***as slipping, they gon' catch a smoke And if my n***as don't hold them [?]'ll come on through, come and soak him Catch me with Darg and Hasty 44 long, no safety Badboy prick best blaze me S-Wave, head blazed, shoot face, G [Hook]

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