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Raekwon - Luxury Rap Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Berretta blown
whip the vanilla 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada,
chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heff’s fucking ??
Favorite color purple, we
would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
In life, in
trying to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling stores
clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby boys who get
fly and break jaws
And take papes the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae told me victory’s unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I’m reckless
First nigga ever
selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter what the joint
the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what’s your point?
I could spit a freestyle and be on This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told
everybody get your weight up
But back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up
If he
owe me dough, I hope that he pay up
Hand on that trigger when that finger roll he’ll lay
Wait up, it’s just homicide humor
I could’ve bodied you sooner
I just
provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, I’ll bring it to you
I’m a phenomenon,
Travolta with the tumor

[Verse 3]
Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
Burn it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
Export it from T-O, salute to the OG Flips is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
Bought her: fly
boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell back in the callback I’m busy chasing paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers like an old
school pager
Double your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man,
man don’t be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
rather forty mill and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping with
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ain’t – ever

Raekwon lyrics