Lyrics:
tryna make it rain (Boof)
44 Bull Dog in a Honda Civ (Neaw)
So the dots got two heads like Siamese twins
(Bow) gyal tried phone me for early dick
I'm
invitation
A little wisdom, quit hoping you gon make it
Used to want to tour the whole world
Get mo girls, be #1 like Joe Burrow
But now the reason I rap is
it's funny that you broke
And that bitch you loving is hoe
Told her make it sloppier than joe
Tsunami I can't pick a flow
Off the perc gotta em thinking
happened sooner
What, you never knew my style fat like Yokozuna
Old school cat straight breakin' it to ya
When it come to emcees, they don't make'em like
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
that muthafucka hanging
And she forever be singing
With that thing in the back
Make it backtrack, look up
It’s somewhat banging
When I pull up and bang
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
black
All black all black
All black all black
Colonizer fall back
Aye the big homie told me don't make it in the pin
Like we ain't lonely them
raids
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
we done came up
Fashizzle go spit hot flame bitch sizzle know
Tryna make it rain yall drizzle flow
Up all night off a thizzle hoe yall miserable
I'm
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
all by myself
I scream, you scream, who's on, who's team
We're suppose to be together through rain and sunny weather
But I seem to bring you
catch a hat go get a award
Put a opp up in a wood
Don't play with gang
Swear to God we'll make it rain
Got some niggas up in them chains, for real
We had
Studied all art's of war
So when its time
For mark's and gor
I make a sick slick splatter
And slit you with a quick dagger
Stab you in the front
masturbate
Pass the cake, a Big Mac
Large fry, two four-piece nuggets
And a fuckin' massive shake
I eat it all faster than a fat kid's plate
Then I'll need
on these fuckin' instrumentals
It's the only way they hear it
Not like they needed anymore clearance
The hardest interference is
Make it up that straight
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
Man these bitches hoes, and these niggas hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I'm lifted off the indo
I'm
through lenses
Sipping by the liter might need new kidney
Hundred in the Choppa make it sing like Whitney
Sweeping shit up can't leave no witness
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