RiFF RAFF - Panamera 911 (Feat. Bars Murre) [Prod. By Mike Jerz] | Текст песни

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• Panamera 911 (Feat. Bars Murre) [Prod. By Mike Jerz]

[Hook: Riff Raff]
Now I'm driving porsche, Panamera 911
Porsche, Panamera 911
Now I'm driving porsche, Panamera 911
Porsche, Panamera 911
Now I'm driving porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911

[Verse 1: Riff Raff]
Hopped out the Phantom, icy white teeth,
Step outside, smell like Friday Thirteenth,
I can bake a soda, but it's worth drapes
Skyscrape ape, it's a great day,
Limes on the dime, ice like Clementine,
Never wine and dine, Rolex eastern time,
My mind's designed for Purple Rain,
Out and hit yo block like a hurricane,
Soda cotton dropper, lemon berry lobster,
I can pull a hamstring, soccer doctor,
Law-jock creep, rap game grim reaper,
Fiji feather fairy-tales in my ???.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.A.R.S. Murre]
Porsche, hotter than a scorcher,
Ya boy's making money, Mr. Murray making more,
Shots from the aurora, get down on the floor,
Rap game Zora, you can tell by my aura.
Want it kind of early, built kind of burly,
Boys on the block with that Laverne and Shirley,
Throw my shit too, pointing at yo boo,
You can't figure why, c'mon, get a clue,
Watch you on the ???, always get my floss on,
Take you out the kitchen, and uh, turn the sauce on,
Bounce to the ???, pop a clip when I'm ???,
Tint twenty percent, like my tip, prick.

[Hook]

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