From India Madame - Yellow Panamero

Uh
Yeah
First one to skrrt on your track like I'm missy
Bang bang to Mumbai, causamma bin busy

I dont fuck with lil bitches who just tryna bite
You be duckin' in your kennel, got the mansion life
Pocket watching through yo life, barking up a tree
Throw yo punches, Imma hit you with a pedigree

Dolce vita, bon appetita
She gonna fuck me like we gonna form Pangea
Real woman and she know a lil therapy huh
Thats the tandem that I need, in her recipe huh

Oh you fuckin with FIMMY, you swagger jacking him
Twinkle twinkle bars, you know he got the Michelin
Pretty and handsome, he got the looksmax in him
Too much talent, now your god started taxxin' him

Y'already know, I Smell good, I eat right
My doors closing, no no not even a lil bite
You got a funky vibe plus you just a bit too like
Ricotta white, she a blandy, Imma need spice

Sipping eau de vie while I take a scenic pee
Gehtti in my bowl, liquid colored tangerine
Birds and boxes, past that lil random scene
Money come in kilograms, like a bag of peas
Ye, I'm scared of palmettos, sippin' amaretto
Buddy better pack it up, Imma need her besos
Ye, I'm rockin pleasures, eat a lil Kellogg's
Side of omelettoes, pedal to the metal

Yellow panamero, bitch heavy metal
She a lil rebel, cousin to a Jell-O
Smoke a lil devil, she hit that soprano
I'm getting better, better