CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rain
Yeah
Let it rain like Mayweather in September
Money Team affiliates, more than just a member
Crash coursed into the game, This ain't no fender bender
I remember, my soul fire made them love me tender
Number one spot, yeah I'm the number one contender
No retreat no surrender, I'm the last style bender
Rough around the edges, I don't play it by the book
Never played by the book
n***as scared, why they shook?
'Cause they know that I'ma kill it But don't know what it took
Got the eye of the tiger in my iris when they look
Breaking bad in the trailer, Heisenberg when I cook
Not a gangsta, not a crook
But there's murder on the hook
Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)
Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain away, wash their pain away)
Gotta let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)
Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain)
Although it never truly goes away
This hell hole that we call home is no joke
It takes more than prayers and cow bones to run from
I pen on paper and touch souls, the stock rose
Like day traders on Dow Jones, it's 1 - O
If you raised tainted with brown tones, my stand point
Is to make it a all course or go on forward
It's Ban tager wheels over them pot holes
So bygones wait in the water and rise from it
Cornballs making the most noise when the toes join them
Poor boys softer than popcorn, that's how it goes more or less
Oh so molest the vocals
Call less with old folks, more lessons to grow from
The lawless and broken in conquest and [?]
See progress in Rovers but the process is more so
n***as blow their own horn, no Nat Cole man
But can't tell the pretty Tony's from the solstice, it's Stoge
Let it rain like Mayweather in September
Money Team affiliates, more than just a member
Crash coursed into the game, This ain't no fender bender
I remember, my soul fire made them love me tender
Number one spot, yeah I'm the number one contender
No retreat no surrender, I'm the last style bender
Rough around the edges, I don't play it by the book
Never played by the book
n***as scared, why they shook?
'Cause they know that I'ma kill it But don't know what it took
Got the eye of the tiger in my iris when they look
Breaking bad in the trailer, Heisenberg when I cook
Not a gangsta, not a crook
But there's murder on the hook
Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)
Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain away, wash their pain away)
Gotta let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)
Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain)
Although it never truly goes away
This hell hole that we call home is no joke
It takes more than prayers and cow bones to run from
I pen on paper and touch souls, the stock rose
Like day traders on Dow Jones, it's 1 - O
If you raised tainted with brown tones, my stand point
Is to make it a all course or go on forward
It's Ban tager wheels over them pot holes
So bygones wait in the water and rise from it
Cornballs making the most noise when the toes join them
Poor boys softer than popcorn, that's how it goes more or less
Oh so molest the vocals
Call less with old folks, more lessons to grow from
The lawless and broken in conquest and [?]
See progress in Rovers but the process is more so
n***as blow their own horn, no Nat Cole man
But can't tell the pretty Tony's from the solstice, it's Stoge
