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　　　　　　　　　　　　•　I've gone by "Panini" for over nine years.
　　　　　　　　　　　　•　King of the Moon
　　　　　　　　　　　　•　I love older games. (TF2, GMod, etc.)
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We straight gassing, cutting straight to the bricks
Ha ha
This shıt ain't nothing to me man
We smoking runts
Shorty got a BBL, took that shıt out because she couldn't run
I had to do it to them snipe. I went Judge Judy on that pųssy snipe
I'm not loyal to anybody, I'm a demon. I have no loyalty for anyone. Never did, never will. Shorty chose to be with a demon, sounds like her problem to me, ha ha
This shıt ain't nothing to me man, my money longer than James Cameron
On and off the court straight fundamentals, no funny business. This shıt ain't nothing to me man
Moving like Dracula we get it back in blood
You see it? I really did this, I'm really him
Flipped a whole brick into an Empire. Stop playing with me
I have no sympathy, I live for this shıt. This shıt ain't nothing to me man
I'm nice with it, ha ha
My money long, my pockets deep. No pocket watching in these parts.
We straight gassing, cutting straight to the bricks
Chanel Optics got me seeing shıt
That ųssy better stank, otherwise I don't want it
Popped a perc 30, got straight to fųcking
That pųssy dussy, smoking fentanyl laced cereal milk, I see GOD
This shıt ain't nothing to me man
That pųssy got me screamin, cryin, pissin, shıttin, shootin ropes
Yeah we getting that Pirate Bay alien shish kebab cordycep money
I hope them aliens are real so that I have more things to FŲCK
Smoking the Qui-Gon Jinn Vietnamese Phillips head runts
She sucked me like a cordless Dyson V8
I'm in the k-hole licking balloon knot
When I got the meat cannon I be shooting straight rope
This shıt ain't nothing to me man
I need fentanyl slime
I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, fųck you mean?
I smoke real Emrani rapscallion ghost nuggets, y'all can't fųck with me
I'm him, I've been him, I will continue to be him
Yellow rubies glistening like piss
Gulping sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy
That coochie yummy slime
That coochie doing it for me slime
They thought they could stop a demon I'm back. the Zaza got me speaking Esperanto. this shıt ain't nothing to me man. We out here cloud seeding, the scope gleaming
You can't trust me, I don't even trust myself
I don't know who I am anymore, I'm getting too much money
Ass so fat
I'm peaking off this Danny Phantom slime, can you remind me who I am?
Get the president on the phone now, I fronted him a brick. I need my money
Hello? Blac Chyna?
I’m moving different
This shıt ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath
We smoking Symbiote
Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush
We smoking dung beetle
I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dıck
We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers
We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him.
That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pųssy smell like a Hellcat V8
We smoking shıt in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles
I’m sick in the head
I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes
I’m on them Nashville nibblers
I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time
I don’t give a fųck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways
I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cųm out of a thick, fresh oak
We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shıt, I’ll fųcking kill you
Call that pųssy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bıtch and I can’t get out
I need more Sequoia banshee boogers
Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps
I’m moving like French Montana: haan
Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bıtch, open up.
Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playing with me man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shıt ain't nothing to me man
Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours
Motherfųcker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him
Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant
I'm moving like Oppenheimer
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace
Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm
I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror
I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization
This shıt ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shıt
Step the wrong way and you will perish
That pųssy feel like Biscoff Butter
You think I care about this shıt? Ask me if I care about this shıt, cause I don't give a shıt
If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shıt, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shıt
My bıtch look like David Hasselhoff
I balled so hard they thought I was a fųcking nutsack
This shıt ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shıt