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lirik lagu thomas crown affair – raaymaker

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[verse 1: raaymaker]
the biopic with fat -sses in 3-d
rated r for sure, but for sure keepin’ it p.g
on the sh0r-, feelin’ on wh0r-s way out in fiji
see me with the 5 inch inseam…see me with the
714s mcqueen, pistol, grapefruits
like hunter, kubrick type work so i stay shootin’
boofin’ yay steadily, and stay up like k2
stay runnin’, men with no faces, they stay huntin’ to
blank you by the dumpster, it’s often deadly switchin’ teams
stay in deep slumber offa a medley of tryptamines
“say summin?” i said, your sister spit it in the limousine
it’s just like me, unbearably fresh like listerine
mister t. ring game, but rock no chain
fair and smart with dough ‘cept to cop cocaine
cop car came, peeped the plates, ‘n got it outta there
b-tch resemble faye dunaway, the thomas crown affair

[verse 2: dissevelt]
at the top ciroc and andromeda leave em both on the rocks
slapping hands with the man p-ssin tabs, cop microdots
put me on the spot doorman pats 15 jays worth too much a pop
no coins in the slot no spares in the sock that motherf-cker foiled the plot
keep the keys to myself put the cheese on the lock
head on the block,ready for the chop, the job was botched
changin hands with the guap, add some grease to the palm
dime with the drop off the top got gs payin their props
feeling like dicaprio, hanks come and catch me if you can
slayin the lamb, crossin the line feet stay on the lam
boasting booze, blaze and broads tryna keep up with the fad
talk about bustin caps as a grad, i’m buyin boomers in grams
sorry steve i’m bout the latest, you know about that brosnan
wake up with bees in the bonnet and mouth full of cotton hoppin to the scotchin
mountain of yay her t-ts out tokin rosin on the toboggan
pile of the pollen in the pocket posin as a degree in street knowledge

[verse 3: raaymaker]
rhyme after rhyme comin’, dime after dime bluntin’
‘n hummin’ while i’m runnin’ stuntin’ hustlin’ gunnin’
have you rustled and stutterin’ ’bout how you ain’t meant nothin’
son you know who i am, so please don’t ever be bluffin’
keep the cheddar incoming, gettin’ better, fist pumping
at the top of the steps, eating cheddar on steaks
cause you know i stay buggin, cause you know i stay buzzin’
‘n bumpin’ lines up in scarjo’s apartment get buzzed in
you’re not a part of my crew, unless we are at least cousins
i depart on a cruise, i’m three seldom seen husbands
but they knew what kind of man i’d be
tan seats on the candy red rari in the andes, b
handsomely paid, gettin’ randomly raided
trap houses like hydra, never catch me on the wire
with the tangerine suede, yo the feet be on fire
cause you know i stay the same, it all be in the game, yo

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