Terrence London - Panamá lyrics

[Verse 1: Terrence London] Dippin through your city i could tell you 'bout the set, I could tell you bout the set man Flip it to a milli I could tell you bout them checks I could tell you bout them checks man Remember back when I was with Forte up at the crib Dreams of selling out And have em' f**ing with the kid Pulled up on you back when I was trying to put us on Barely paying rent a n***a had to pay them loans man Know my momma's pain know why a n***a never fold All that funny talking, leaving all of y'all on hold Had my n***as posted in the basement crackin codes Commas all on commas out here splurging on the road man Scheming on the daily know that's M's for the boy Back when n***as wouldn't pay a cent for the boy Money on the table know that's ends for the boy Keep that money coming in advance for the the boy [Hook: Terrence London] Time and time again Angels falling, you stay way above the rim You're the type to fall in love and then pretend Only meant to walk you home girl, now it's real(you're home girl, now it's real) x2 [Verse 2: Terrence London] Say i never got it poppin on some real sh** Say i I'd never take a fall for who i eat with End up scrolling through your timeline And I feel sick Yeah you'd rather have it coming on some east sh** f** them tachers saying a n***a wouldn't be sh** You'd rather see us get pulled over for some weak sh** This for Solo this for Debbo this for Beatrice We was plottin back when Britney had them c's lit Going until the day i get to put my fam on In the basement flippin trying to get them bands on Word to Bary know they're wondering what you're mans on Going off on any beat I lay my hands on (I lay my hands on)