Lyrics:
, let it rain, let it rain
As the rain falls time passes by
We sip champagne and raise a toast to the sky
And we're asking why this night has to end
I
Wolves come out
And chew you up bitch like bubblegum, ha-tch
Ha-tch jasper's off climbin' trees with
That nazist you see
Never met a nigga like me
Because
Yeah, black, black, black, black
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black
Rosita La Negra
Black Rose, la negra black Rose
As the wind blows the willows
I can still see her face by my pillow
With every tear drop
I almost feel her
I don't need no shooter, nigga
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
One gunman
(a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
I just dress in all black with my
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
(Let's go)
It's the DJ Webstar
A let it rain, and clear it out
A let it rain, and clear it out
A let it rain, and clear it out
A let it rain
play my cards, but it's by the grace of us that I play my cards at all
Come fill me up
Oh, fill me now cause I'm tired
I feel emptied out
Rain (rain
to rain
It's pouring out my drip's imported
No snow in the bezel, just metals
I blow through Bali and Denalis
From East Africa tribal on my nose
We
eyes
How about if I just stay inside and watched the rain
Come on and dress yourself in silver
It's time to make a good impression on the little
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
(By the hand) hand (take me
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
(By the hand) hand (take me
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
(By the hand) hand (take me
I got caught out in the rain...
With you, with you...
I got caught out in the rain;
(Never fall in love again,) with you, with you, with you...
time
November rain got me thinking bout you
You slipped away
And you left me too soon
Rain and tears
Soak my black suit and boots
It’s been a minute
But
and repping my Blackness
I'm gonna shout it out loud, I'm Black and I'm proud
And I've got the courage to stand out in the crowd
My people hold your heads
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by
keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey, jump out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed
never ever left in the first
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end
food but I didn't have a spoon
I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon
I'm looking out the window
Day is filled with rain and gloom
Man oh man
come in the peace
I don't wanna act heartless
But the world got me black hearted so I keep pushing
Today I made my last promise
Tryna figure out max
on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin' out detention or they always rat Come on
Pick it up, ride through
Oh, I said,
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