Текст песни Panache - Jade Josephine

That's sauce the bitch got sauce now
She might as will become a Got damn Walmart
You know, She's Piggly wiggly
She's a muhfucking Fresh Pride

Uh, tell me I don't look like a rockstar feeling like Oprah at a opera
Bitch I work hard nonstop uh
I hope it makes you sick get Nausea
Competition eat em like pasta
187 to all the imposters
Liquid courage got you feeling like Pac huh?
One look in the mirror and see you not, huh?
I got an attitude, at least what they tell me
No fucks cause I grew up on Belly
I think I'm Jigga
I think I've been more than ready
Tell the plug hit me directly
Please
Tell em I speak libretti
Tell em that I'm bout my fetti
Tell em I'm that Serengeti
Tell the connect to connect me
And tell that connect to come get me

I got Panache
I got the, I the gas
I got the juice make em gag
I got the yams
I got the, I got the grams
I got the gift, understand
I got the key
I got the, I got the sauce
I think I'm Emeril Lagasse
These bitches lost
These niggas got it all wrong
Be successful whatever the cost

I got Panache
I got the, I the gas
I got the juice make em gag
I got yams
I got the, I got the grams
I got the gift, understand
I got the key
I got the, I got the sauce
I think I'm Emeril Lagasse
These bitches lost
These niggas got it all wrong
Be successful whatever the cost
Said bitch I'm lit
I got the, I got the ray
I kill em, I serve em, I slay
I feel like Ye', yay
I got the ego
I cook em
I eat em, sofrito
My God, I'm so lethal
Whole Squad get that paper
9 to 5 may be illegal
By any means, can't sleep while living your dreams
Everything ain't what it seems

I got Panache
I got the, I the gas
I got the juice make em gag
I got yams
I got the, I got the grams
I got the gift, understand
I got the key
I got the, I got the sauce
I think I'm Emeril Lagasse
These bitches lost
These niggas got it all wrong
Be successful whatever the cost

Tell me I don't look like sunshine
That bar don't even need a punchline
I be going off till the sun shines
Taking no days off, no lunch time
I'm the one to call when it's crunch time
Y'all niggas wasting too much time
That girl so cold, Frio
Flow hot as Tapitio
Said bitch I'm lit
I got the, I got he ray
I kill em, I serve em, I slay
I feel like Ye' (Yay)
I got the ego
I cook em
I eat em, sofrito
My God, I'm so lethal
Whole Squad get that paper
9 to 5 may be illegal
By any means, can't sleep while living your dreams
Everything ain't what it seems
Everything ain't what it seems
Everything everything

I got Panache
I got the, I the gas
I got the juice make em gag
I got yams
I got the, I got the grams
I got the gift, understand
I got the key
I got the, I got the sauce
I think I'm Emeril Lagasse
These bitches lost
These niggas got it all wrong
Be successful whatever the cost