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Lirik Lagu Get Outta Here - Raekwon

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Yeah, brolic shit, brolic shit, niggaThis billionaire rap, niggaAyo, ayo
The ring is nine carats up, I could shrug for bucksSuccess, is it par, now boo, what's up?Countin' and creepin', buried money, I smoke frequentPope with a dope, you know would beat me, kidYou played the vesses in the S'sMy shooter named Jerome with Louis on restin,' lived successfullyFlying and puffing, the steering wheel cushion comfyMy pullers up, niggas would slump meStill, we at the Mirage, seven suitcases is nothin'My bitch can go here, she do the huntin', yoRob a few birds and skate with some ones, we bluntin'These little trick niggas, watch who you front withPlaying Cedes in the 'CedesGleamin' with the navy blue straddlers from Orchard to Black Macy'sFunds is monstrous, few grenadesWe 40 drinkers, no chasers, up in sensation, on vacation
And lampin', shades down, peace to my niggas, all caged downWith devilishment around, I'm sending sage outGrass is greener, the glass is cleanerDirty fingernails with guns fresh out of MedinaTams in goosesThe old school version of the cool kids who stay strapped and trapped where the tools liveParty where the jewels give itTrunk loads of PCP, we sending this fucking message to DC!
It's like I'm stuck in that bill, billConfidential bodies in the projects over homi's who got spilledGold tassels, call my shooters the little rascalsGot Spanky, he fell for stymie to clap youAutomatic floors that spread apartEmerald couches that get raised where the suede look better darkWelcome to disco, pinky ring poppin' like CriscoMarketing cocaine cookies, call it NabiscoCigarette lighters in pool halls, a bad bitchAn old jukebox playing that Lou RawlsNicky Barnes dope gets stretched outHeroine addicts that OD, and still putting the rest outCotton Club money, gators is gummyDustin' off Donna Summers' LPsAli Frazier tickets in gold plaquesBruce Lee, tenth-degree black-belt actor, auction cost a hundred and 12 Gs