Panache Lyrics

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