Lyrics:
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure
and I gotta feed him
This shit I cannot ignore
Swipe, ran out the store
I be looking like I came off a tour
You might make it rain but we make it pour
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
Would you like that
Spent centuries
Diggin niggas figures in the sand with fake history
Its no mystery
America's land ran by the man aka white supremacy
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
the same
Max Payne with the aim when I shoot that thing
Take a jumper with the rollie, feel like Icee Rain
Feel like the man I wanna hunnit it off of dicey
doubt it
I throw the shade 'cause the game too crowded
Keep forgetting names 'cause my brain's too clouded
I make it rain now the pain enshrouded
Catching
ready, so ready
I'm a red hot pistol
And I'm ready to fight
I'm a thirty eight special
On a Saturday night
I'm gonna kiss your boo-boo honey
Make it
put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Make it rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil' bitch, get from
gather together to have a good time
Safe and sound, no fear in sight
Come rain or shine
Little by little the smoothness expires
The heat of the sun burns
motherfucking hypebeast is zeros
And if it's left, if it's right
If it's wrong you don't make sense like a
Fat bitch wearing a thong
Motherfucker, i'm i'll
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
regrets
I'm the Rain Man (Woah)
Smoke a big fat spliff on the bridge by train tracks
Winter come, winter fall
And you know where the pain at
Yeah, you know
a honky-tonk Christmas
But I'll be over you by New Year's Eve.
[Instrumental]
''Blue Christmas'', turn it up I wanna hear it
So I can unwrap all them mem'ries
home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
It's not
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
It's not
jiggy
Make your girl want to fuck, want to cuddle up and kiss me
Licky, licky, tricky, dizzy, silly
I don't need game, I just keep it on the real-ly
Bust
keep it tucked by my racks
Ooh, baby, I can make it rain, cause I felt like that
Baby gave me neck until I passed out, had me falling' back
She just rode
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
stomach
When I hold a beer mug and
Make you sip from it
Thinking this bug dick could kill the
Dead silence in your body
I want to be the life of the search
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