Lyrics:
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
I just do it like breaking bad
Thats all day in the lab
You got scales , got grams then trap
Surrounded by fiends and rats
I just do it like
My young n***a jumped off the porch getting into all sorts, he’ll bust you like a check don’t try him
My n***a got p’s not a porsche good pot good
cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset
I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too
We keep one eye open, they sus' too
Never
Catch a nigga floating, got little shorty wet, now she feeling like the ocean
In the whip, pushing P but we still in motion
Got the gang with me,
(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment
(How I'm paid?)
wet, like that ain't nothing but net
Bitch who said I ain't the best
Ice the gang in VVS and let it hang down on my chest
Bitch who said I ain't the best
Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
You already know what I'm about
Flyin' birds down south
Movin' wet off the step
saying it
It might come true, okay, let's see
Ain't seen sun tonight (Sun is out, breh)
Sleeping by myself tonight (Wet pillow, bro)
Wanna go run tonight
on the eaves
comes the rain
the heat leaves
'cause you came
on the leaves
comes the rain
you make me feel
like this summer rain
I can hear it falling
we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any nigga try to stop me, let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios, you adiós
With big bank, y'all
Let's sample down with Snoop an watch us come back an spank y'all (Woo!)
Keepin' high, stay on top
I'm number one with a bullet
with words you was weak to begin with,
Niggas didn’t know Finney can get down like that,
Biting the hand that fed you just know I bite back,
Not about
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
skin so wet just like crispy cream
And all the bitches on the stage they up there cutting up
They showing out they going wild they getting their paper
I make her wet just like some rain
I love it when she call me Reverend
She don't know my fucking name
You such a muthafuckin simp
I'm such
The flow like water with the boilin' flame
INS, your highness, they callin' my name
Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain
In our own lane, y'all
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
for 3 G's
And some watches then wet him like galoshes
No need to be mad, they already gone (already gone)
Him and your hitman had somethin' goin'
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
skr my drivers a pro
We get to the show, driver stop, step out
Relegate man like Hull
I fear no man but Allah come on
Step in the whip lets go
Smoke,
I can't wait, not a minute
And I pray to the Lord for better days
I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight
Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel
came by?
Would you FUCK him or would you deny? Shit...
It ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, haven't straight for life
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