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letra de danny ocean - legit

pardon me madam, they call me danny ocean…

[verse one]
it’s just a sunday afternoon on boston brewing some chicago lingo
on the needle with something older than a hall of bingo
i’m more than likely, spinnin some kirelinko
most you acting -ss ballers don’t even deserve a free throw
so what you looking at me fo’?
you trying to make it? n-gga we are too, no c3po
don’t knock it like peephole
that’s just how we roll
its ren, you couldn’t buy a cr-p game in our casino
doper than a kilo
need a bad chick snagged, then give us bout cinco
cause they go wherever we go
plus we rarely lose with the women- auriemma, geno
courtin’ the chick so bad it should be illegal
she claim that she single
plus she got a tongue game so mean, you’d swear she was tri-lingual, but…

[verse two]
pardon me madam, they call me danny ocean…
i’m just a smooth and rather cl-ssy showman…
never been a fan of the bright lights and the showboatin’
and right now i’m just tryin to find something to go home with
to you i’m both, simple and thought-provoking, paradox
like those chill bumps beneath your tanning lotion
which ironically show that i got you open
when i close in, but, you was hoping i wouldn’t notice
well, baby i’m sorry, that there is just my hobby
if my abilities scare you then, well, feel free to stop me
if not i’ll lay the law down, they call me hammurabi
i’m sure that you’ve been told that after one night i’ll probably
ignore you but i -ssure you this is not that type of party
or, maybe it is, either way you care hardly
cause you know i’m only here to make you feel better, darling
plus the night is young, it’s d-mn near just starting
so, cut the charades, stop all the talking
cause we both know we won’t regret it in the morning…

[verse three]
pardon me madam, they call me danny ocean…
i’m just a smooth and rather cl-ssy showman…
whenever life has me feeling exhausted
pour another gl-ss of that johnny walker…awesome
that’s.. scotch on the rocks, sittin’ atop the grand piano
watchin’ pulp fiction, i double-dare you to change the channel
in the ash tray you’d find some cuban scented candles
the aroma’s blendin’ in with the visual like camo
a smoother fellow? you will find no-one
that b-tton up type of fly
501, holdin’ no regard to what y’all say
my crew always, in the buildin’ like ra’s
so it would behoove you to be–ware of the dark age
cause we go hard in everything we partake
until my heart aches
if you wanna stay above par, you gotta stay smart
that’s the only way you go far
know when to bite and when to bark
when effort stops swag starts
sh-t i learnt that from sarth…
i said i learnt that from sarth…

- legit

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