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letra de classic - spence brown

[hook]
that’s why i’m
rappin’ sinatra smooth on the jazz tip
keep it goin’, keep it goin’, then i p-ss it
me dean, sammy davis and the rat pack
that’s right, you know we cl-ssic, uh
you know we cl-ssic
yeah, yeah
you know we cl-ssic
me dean, sammy davis and the rat pack
you know we cl-ssic

[verse 1]
stop the presses, stop the presses, yeah all of that
got a new news story for ya, hot at that
cuz this next dude to bat ain’t ruth but he got the babes and he spit smooth
so you know what we gon’ do, play a night club maybe two
dinner and a show sit back and feel the groove
coco cabana, not coo coo cachoo
peace to the beatles, but this ain’t the vibe for you, nah
cause right now i’m on that hollywood cl-ssic sh-t
among models and actresses, check yourself
you couldn’t catch me even if you was praticin’
i’m makin’ wealth and i’m makin’ hits real stealth call me
zimmer, and i’m brighter than a glimmer
gettin’ mad cause they callin’ me the winner, simmer down
you need to cool it like winter before you blow it like fall, listen to the song then consider that i

[bridge]
hop up on the keys and you know what i’mma do
extra special, one night, you know we comin’ through
i singin’ fly me to the moon but i got the world on a string, no b-ssoon

[verse 2]
this cohesive, not adhesive, it’s not the same style
but i run this sh-t, never walk a green mile
i got the john coffey weight, so tell me do you do you wanna mess with me
i’m thinking the answer’s, probably not today, yeah
cause i’m headed for the superstardom, frank sinatra
and you know i’ll never stop until i’m on the airwaves
got you rappers all breakin’ out in sweat
cause i’m come correct, and y’all couldn’t get paid dollars to make sense
but my mind’s a dime, ten of those a get you a bill
no monika you know my moniker and you know what i’m gon’ build
everything and anything i desire, the best in my field
give it some time, see it is mine, be makin’ some mils
it’s an event every time i make an appearance
once unknown, but i know one day i’ll be somebody
my soul’s not for sale, as if it’s on some clearance
but like jay-z, i’m prayin’ daily to john gotti
and if jay’s payin’ d-wade, then i’m payin’ myself and gettin’ a raise and i’m doin’ this sh-t until the grave
and i’m six feet high ’til the day i’m six feet under
but until i die i’mma leave ’em all in wonder

[bridge]
hop up on the keys and you know what i’mma do
extra special, one night, you know we comin’ through
i singin’ fly me to the moon but i got the world on a string, no b-ssoon

- spence brown

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