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What is wrong? It's been so looooooooooong I'm the clown when you break down Panamanian girl Verse 2: It's so hard to make this work I'm the jerk, but i
Hook I'm her, Panamanian papi/ she say I'm too cocky/ I ain't gotta ask she got me/ trying to beat it up like Rocky/ I'm her Panamanian papi/ she
the rhythm right now I represent for Jamaicans Shout out to Maryland And big ups to all my Panamanians You put on spell right on me The way dance up on me That
and Buthead we always together Calling me papi Panamanian Devil They only show love when you reach a new level Was made for this shit but they hate for this
two without you for a date Drop me a line, fella, carry me back To Salzburg on Sundays, Panamanian Jacks The world's got a whistle she's ready to throw
Tell her I like the way she shake it She a little baddie she jamaican And her friend Panamanian Off the migos activated Fuck all the waiting She
Con las manos arriba As I begin rhyming Bring in them congos Bring in them chimes and Bring the Panamanian dimes and One with the hair The other with
Mediterranean Curly hair she be looking Panamanian Let's take a trip to mountains To look at the stars Like we in a RAF I got you tripping off cannabis Look
say that I can't, cause I don't give no fuck Ha, I'm on my brain again, yeah She touchin' my chain again I love it cause she Panamanian, yeah We look
surely was tryin' ta' Sneak a peek at your pink recliner, Because there's no Panamanian finer. With your line-d lips, and big hoop rings, Enamored by what
adicto a mi si yo te lo doy ahí Baby you want some more (no more) Watch me how I get low (get low) I know that you like my Panamanian flow (yea, yea) Y
again And when Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free 'neath her Panamanian moon An' I say, "Aw
again And when Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free 'neath her Panamanian moon An' I say, "Aw
I'm swervin' all over the map I got a Panamanian With her pretty face all in my lap I let her go to Sak's Fifth Avenue Run up some laps Sometimes I
you like my Panamanian flow (yea, yea) Y cuando te lo hago al ritmo del dembow Baby you want some more (no more) Watch me how I get low (get low)
shit (ay) Tryna ask me shit, come on Honeys Panamanian, eyes like Iranian Lighter than the blue of the sky of the day we in Ass like a volleyball,
Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon. An' I say, "Aw come on now, You must know about my debutante." An' she says, "Your
shit (ayo) Tryna ask me shit, come on Honeys Panamanian, eyes like Iranian Lighter than the blue of the sky of the day we in Ass like a volleyball,
Panamanian saha from south San Francisco On some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo Wake yo` ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo` ass up, why you asleep?
blunt huh? Hash oil My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco on some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo Wake yo` ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo`
Israeli Panamanian ukrainian giving dome top cranium Ass shot jeans like she painted them T-Raw niggas try to favor him
for a pound on the head And Jimmy Jean got the best Panamanian Red No I ain't got on no underclothes But we all got to get through this gypsy rose
on the sea and relax and ride the tack Drug running on this panamanian schooner She walks the deck in a black dress And me I dress up in black and we listen
And the Panamanian child Stands at the Dowager Empress's side And all the remains is the arms of the angel And all the remains is the arms of the angels
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