Fashion Week

Panda Black, Panda Black
(Keep moving, touching yourself)

Keep moving, touching yourself
Now that I have you naked, girl
I’m addicted to you, my girl, can’t believe
After all we went through, now we’re good

You blush when we’re alone
I give her whatever she wants, on top of me, all wet

In Paris, Fashion Week, you’re for me like I’m for you
In the Ferrari, Pagani, if you want, in the Lamborghini
I’ll buy you Bottega or Balenciaga, you’re mine, don’t play

For my body, the drug that gets me high
Beautiful inside and out, she’s got no malice
With me, she dances

Keep moving (ah-ah), touching yourself (eh-eh)
Now that I have you naked, girl
I’m addicted to you, my girl, can’t believe
After all we went through, now we’re good

You blush when we’re alone
I give her whatever she wants, on top of me, all wet

Now we’re gonna do it again, everything we did
On Sundays, both of us naked
I’m gonna steal you for the dance floor

She dresses elegantly, I might spend on you
Light up another blunt, babe, to punish you
Now that we’re good, I’m not letting you go

You’re ready to be all mine
To put you on top and jump
Haven’t seen you in a while, babe
Today we’re gonna travel

Keep moving, touching yourself
Now that I have you naked, girl
I’m addicted to you, my girl, can’t believe
After all we went through, now we’re good

Hey, hey
Tell me, Panda
Hey
Cris MJ The One Who Hits Hard, brr
Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Apocalypse
With the Panduki
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah