RAINCHECK (feat. BRYAN•BRWN)

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I want it I got it
Bitch I'm flawless I'm making it knew I would
All I know is that feeling is pure
In ninth grade, I was smoking weed
That feeling no cure
My childhood was focused
On being seen Hollywood
Them dreams got crushed it's nothing
I guess I'll find that new something
Fall back I did it on purpose
Got magic spell for these curses
Feel like I'll drown in the current
The serpent watching my urges
Reach for the taste of your honey
Can't let me go they still love me yeah
Rap star
Catch me on world star
Hit it far
Pull up in a cop car
Light, light, lights on
I'm sipping on that Jameson
Then I'm gone
Chasing me dusk to dawn
Yeah I'm with that shit
Have you seen my fit
I got cash for days
They all stuffed away
In my back pocket
I think you may have lost it
Fucking in my room
Snap to bring the doom
One sec I need a rain check
Icy on my neck
I'm feeling cold as a motherfucker
One sec I need a rain check
Chains on my neck
I'm feeling heavy as a motherfucker
One sec I need a rain check
Icy on my neck
I'm feeling cold as a motherfucker
One sec I need a rain check
Chains on my neck
I'm feeling heavy as a motherfucker
Hold the f*ck up I'm on a phone call
In some business as cold as a fuckin' stone wall
These bitches comin' in triple doubles we love to see it
I'm in your TV and headphones I know you wanna be me
All these kiddies are poppin' pills
Can't count
Finna order prescription what's the right amount
They hand 'em a twenty that's balled up in a fist
They just takin' advantage don't know the difference
Finger fuckin' FN's for the fettuccine
Til it's confetti, y'all ready for Freddy
His Shotty blingin', uh
My ears ringin' uh
My shawty beamin' uh
Like Scottie Beam, f*ck around and got a demon
Put a body cement for no reason
I been schemin'
In the summer, when it's steamin'
Let the heater hit his stomach 'til he dreamin' like a perc
Dawg, what's the word
Cracked a cracker, now the nigga countin' sheep on a curb
My swerve crisp as a burnt Christmas with no gift's
My purpose is curvin' it out of your business
I serve bitches, deterred women wit' hurt feelin'
And merge dividends purposely, no permission
Bitch
Give me two birds, I need two birds
I been chicken checkin' in my Air Force Ones
Snatchin' every single crumb
Put the pump to ya' son, bitch
A hunnid bands, then we chillin'
People always tryin' to paint me as the villain
Then we meet in person they ain't got shit to say
I ain't really feeling your bullshit today
One sec I need a rain check
Icy on my neck
I'm feeling cold as a motherfucker
One sec I need a rain check
Chains on my neck
I'm feeling heavy as a motherfucker

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