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Rainy Days
by Its Ya Boi Simo
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She want that Loubi', Gucci
Rainy days outside got her moody moody
Wanna tell my momma that I'm really proud
She play her role, she my momma and my father
Four kids, I only seen her go harder
She the chosen, Lavar, she made some ballers
Whole team callin' shots, money gettin' longer
Left hand maestro like Shabana
Call up Lil Kev we gon' pay up for the PJ
Rich class to Havana we ain't fuckin' wit' no delays
Time moving fast, this the type to put on replay
Bitches selling pussy you can find that shit on Ebay
In the trap wit' the scap, cutting up like a DJ
Usually on my own, I can't worry 'bout what she say
In the 'sace runners flexing, you can catch me out in two chains
And no I ain't no Tory
You won't catch me out in two lanes
She want that Loubi', Gucci
Rainy days outside got her moody moody
Wanna tell my momma that I'm really proud
She play her role, she my momma and my father
Four kids, I only seen her go harder
I'm the chosen, Lavar, she made some ballers
Whole team callin' shots, money gettin' longer
Left hand maestro like Shabana
Call up Lil Kev we gon' pay up for the PJ
Rich class to Havana we ain't fuckin' wit' no delays
Time moving fast, this the type to put on replay
Bitches selling pussy you can find that shit on Ebay
She want that Loubi', Gucci
Rainy days outside got her moody moody
Wanna tell my momma that I'm really proud
She play her role, she my momma and my father
Four kids, I only seen her go harder
She the chosen, Lavar, she made some ballers
Whole team callin' shots, money gettin' longer
Left hand maestro like Shabana
Call up Lil Kev we gon' pay up for the PJ
Rich class to Havana we ain't fuckin' wit' no delays
Time moving fast, this the type to put on replay
Bitches selling pussy you can find that shit on Ebay
In the trap wit' the scap, cutting up like a DJ
Usually on my own, I can't worry 'bout what she say
In the 'sace runners flexing, you can catch me out in two chains
And no I ain't no Tory
You won't catch me out in two lanes
She want that Loubi', Gucci
Rainy days outside got her moody moody
Wanna tell my momma that I'm really proud
She play her role, she my momma and my father
Four kids, I only seen her go harder
I'm the chosen, Lavar, she made some ballers
Whole team callin' shots, money gettin' longer
Left hand maestro like Shabana
Call up Lil Kev we gon' pay up for the PJ
Rich class to Havana we ain't fuckin' wit' no delays
Time moving fast, this the type to put on replay
Bitches selling pussy you can find that shit on Ebay
