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Express

"Express" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

[Intro:]

DROGAS! Uh

I’m working fool

Aye, go to Lupe Fiasco Store and get you some merch, man

LupeFiascoStore.com, get you some t-shirts and hoodies

And, stuff, like, that

Ya feel me?

Yeah, we going back on tour April 15th

Starting the 14th actually… so come forward, ya feel me?

Billy, what up fool? Yea

Chilly, what up?

DROGAS, turn me up some mo yeah, there we go… DROGAS

[Chorus:]

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

[Interlude:]

I mean you go in there with like 15 dollars, you get you a whole meal

I don’t be messing with the fizzies though, I might get me a Aquafina or maybe like the Oceanspray

Drogas, Drogas, Drogas, Drogas

[Verse 1:]

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 taking 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 nothing 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?

Feeling myself I’m the master

I’m a 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 rocking mastermind designer ate the food but this what I told em

[Interlude:]

I mean it’s aight

But we got, we got some shit back at the crib

That’s the shit

You know what I’m saying niggas tryna flex

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Gunshots I make with my mouth, raaah

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 fooling, boy, I’m just having 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

[Interlude:]

I mean for like 14, like 11 dollars you can really, you can eat good

[Chorus]

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