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We Got Panache You know we got panache Style, sass, gettin mad cash keepin it under wraps Pizazz and class we sit in the back Spendin mad cash money money and we real bad ass You know we got panache style, sass Gettin mad ass keepin it under glass Pizazz and class we kiss in the back Spittin mad trash honey honey and we real bad ass You know we got panache we gettin mad cash Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash I spit sonic gas classy psychopath psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks Sick on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix Never stoppin it sock electronic shit allotted the whole club up when we spotted it And if we wanted it fill it with men and spawn and shit Ain't nothing wrong with it lets get the party started shit let's get it on and hit High ballin cat callin no alcohol yo we all suck on a straw A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar I hit it raw never do look back unless we like what we saw Never do look back OK papa? On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah's place Savoir faire and grace every hair in place here's a taste no time to waste Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face We paid great and when we don't got dates dig in the crates eat steak and masturbate Spin wax make tracks we laid laid back, ladies get laid and stay up late at that Now we getting critical mass sass pinnacle like the citadel not minimal we hospitable Mad kissable it's difficult aristicral princess for instance we invincible never divisible make you invisible Kit in each car Kittens with Kit Kat bars kickin etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar Strip malls to big balls 'n concert halls New York Dolls taggin up bathroom stalls We All-Stars make folly North down to Raleigh Follow me suck lollys down in Bali all enthralled dollies arty as Dali And when Mr. Rodgers calls me- We allowed on his trolley
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