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Lupe Fiasco

Genres: Hip-Hop

Express (panda Remix) Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Chilli sauce on the Panda 

Chow mein be redder than Santa 

Ferrari got spots in Santana 

Driver like Juelz Santana 

Teriyaki, Panda, bigger plate, Panda 

Wait in the line I got manners 

I work with them chop sticks like Daniel 

Teriyaki, Panda, orange chicken, Panda 

Honey walnut Panda, express myself, Panda 

I know it I don't need no samples 

I'm a professional don't need examples (no) 

That sweet fire chicken bananas 

Might have me dancing like Hammer 

Chilli sauce on the Panda 

Chow mein be redder than Santa 

Ferrari got spots in Santana 

Driver like Juelz Santana 

Teriyaki, Panda, bigger plate, Panda 

Wait in the line I got manners 

I work with them chop sticks like Daniel 

Teriyaki, Panda, orange chicken, Panda 

Honey walnut Panda, express myself, Panda 

I know it I don't need no samples 

I'm a professional don't need examples 

That sweet fire chicken bananas 

Might have me dancing like Hammer 

 

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I used to drop bands at Philippe's 

I let you see the receipts 

They even gave me a jacket 

But I take it back to the streets 

A tray cause I'm takin' a seat 

Or I might take it straight to the Jeep 

You flex if your Ex got a drive thru 

Niggas don't hate when you eat 

Fortune cookie told me my future 

Said that I'm gonna be super 

It said that I'm gonna be super 

As long as I don't do nothin' stupid 

Old shit is classic, it's cougar 

Black man, that anthem that cooler 

Truly I'm Huey, no Aaron McGruder put air in your scuba 

Might take you down to crustaceans 

Might take you down to the depths 

Or go to Dieppe 

Ever rode through Paris on the chair of a scooter? 

Feelin' myself I'm the master 

I'mma get money like pastors 

I wanna live in a castle 

Where me and my panda gon' rastle 

Dread so I look like a rasta 

My competition imposters 

Diddy way down in Australia 

Ferrari pull up to your Vauxhall 

Mate, my enemy Holden 

Boy my century golden 

I was in China rockin' mastermind designer ate the food but this what I told 'em 

 

Photos 

 

Chilli sauce on the Panda 

Chow mein be redder than Santa 

Ferrari got spots in Santana 

Driver like Juelz Santana 

Teriyaki, Panda, bigger plate, Panda 

Wait in the line I got manners 

I work with them chop sticks like Daniel 

Teriyaki, Panda, orange chicken, Panda 

Honey walnut Panda, express myself, Panda 

I know it I don't need no samples 

I'm a professional don't need examples 

That sweet fire chicken bananas 

Might have me dancing like Hammer 

 

Gunshots I make with my mouth (rah) 

Dumb shit, don't say with my mouth (no) 

Know that I fuck with the South (yeah) 

But really in love with my house 

Back there they treat me like Michael 

Rappers they treat me like Daigo 

Press really think that I'm psycho 

Genius should just be my bible 

Gotta annotate for these dumb niggas (watch out, watch out) 

I'm just foolin', boy, I'm just havin' fun with ya 

Tetsuo was genius smart but when that Drogas drop on your computers 

Fuck Genius boy, you gon' need a genius bar, god damn 

 

Chilli sauce on the Panda 

Chow mein be redder than Santa 

Ferrari got spots in Santana 

Driver like Juelz Santana 

Teriyaki, Panda, bigger plate, Panda 

Wait in the line I got manners 

I work with them chop sticks like Daniel 

Teriyaki, Panda, orange chicken, Panda 

Honey walnut Panda, express myself, Panda 

I know it I don't need no samples 

I'm a professional don't need examples 

That sweet fire chicken bananas 

Might have me dancing like Hammer 

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