"Mac & Lobster" lyrics
Raekwon & Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Mac & Lobster"
Come on, yeah
Come on
Mac with lobster in it, blow some shots to get it
Hosts the hostage Diddy, post up in the roster city
Abu Dhabi pretty, gun vandal, you gotta get me
Abbreviation, great unifier, not a hippie
Low collar strickly, grab your wallet slickly
Flow brake your jaw, you don't say it twice, now you get me
Lake Secando in the Congo, two Hawaiians with me
Two spikers and a white horse, pound of piffy
Post some drama with me, see if the climb is slippery
One day you might fall, don't you ever try to trick me
The trigger moaned and kicked me, I'm home growing brickly
All my Colombian homies home, Carlo, hit me
With blow don't try to trick me, I know I bought a Bentley
She brought me home, now lick me, then tuck me in, leave quickly
I know her uncle Rippley, smacked him with the Bisky
Stealin' out of Reef's barbershop, kill that dickweed
Baby-blue bells, flow like I'm floating in the Nile
Gucci swimming trunks, swan dive, I do it in style
Catch me lamping on sands out in the Hamptons
A full-time photoshoot when we walk out the mansion
Bust an ace, the Cuban chokers, we might suffocate
Mix a stick of margarine with money, we making butter cake
Me and Rae, two bags of cream, we on a double date
Don't quarterback a mission in me, first get your huddle straight
Catch a two-piece spicy, with red spices, stay pimp, performer for lifers
Fresh out of Rikers, sharper than sharp devices
Never decide to link up with niggas, that was indecisive
A long dart with two gunshots, that how we end the cipher
Drown in your own blood, tuxedo killer with no gloves
Mask on, baby face Nelson with hollows in the snub
Meet the apprentice, every line is a sentence
I slide like a live typewriter, y'all niggas are never mentioned
Automated money, double up, they coming for me
Big plans, dreaming, they don't want it with me
Splittin' bands, screaming, go encounter with me
No imposters, dinner plates, mac and lobster
Automated money, double up, they coming for me
Big plans, dreaming, they don't want it with me
Splittin' bands, screaming, go encounter with me
No imposters, dinner plates, mac and lobster
Can't trick me now, I see it, I'm in a hall prestigious
Looking terrific, exquisite lizard, my shoes are vintage
Back like I never left, effortlessly, I rap
La cosa nostra I'm here to toast ya, what you expect?
So join this club of men, never lose and I win
Got a few models that love to swallow, they Guyanan
Sleep with my pen, don't think I'm live then come try me then
Duffles I pull them in
Back to that yellow, let's keep my dutches filled
Actions is backwards, some catch a body then start to squeal
Then they got me asking myself why they do it then?
Gangster somewhere pretend, get 'em up in the pen
Watch the bitch come out of them like they wearing the pants
Clear vision, don't blow my lens
I'm seeing so far beyond, I don't see where my sight begins
Ends, I gotta get 'em
Foes don't party with 'em, hoes don't cuddle with 'em
I'll fuck 'em and hit they friends
Automated money, double up, they coming for me
Big plans, dreaming, they don't want it with me
Splittin' bands, screaming, go encounter with me
No imposters, dinner plates, mac and lobster
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Robert Bonnell, Corey Smith, Frank Guastella
- AZLyrics
- R
- Raekwon Lyrics
album:
"The Emperor's New Clothes" (2025)
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