B.A.R.S. Murre - PANOMERA 911 lyrics

[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 Denver 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 sh** 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 whip, pop a clip when I'm ??? Tint twenty percent, like my tip, prick [Hook]