CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Let It Rain
For any n***a wanna fight b*t*h joke's up
Ain't no favorite ones with the gang get yo' score bust (boom boom)
Don’t get yo' stupid a** hit for sh*t you throwin' up (dumb n***a)
Still in the V big body keep 'em post up
Gang of Pit Bulls while you n***as, y'all some lil' pups
Cold hearted n***a, dogged the b*t*h and give no f**ks (dumb b*t*h)
N***as mad 'cause they b*t*hes post, and they post us
Yeah we had the city off that sh*t since that, "No Love" (lil' n***a)
I guess we back to the mothaf**kin' basics
Spilled quality on my Joe's while I was loadin' up the Drake clip
Load this b*t*h wit' my sight leave no traces back
Duece deuce is what you inhale now this four up in the face
All these Ling Ling's want the ding-a-ling they think I'm major (dumb b*t*h)
All this bling bling turn 'em on I see it in they face
All these chops a n***a own so they think a n***a Hattian
I'ma bop at him wit' the ming ming til' he's faced
If my man's turn b*t*h I'ma charge it to the game
Old dog in his prime why you pu**y n***as came?
Hit that road for that bag got your b*t*h bustin' dates
Changin' weather wit' this Drakey up this b*t*h and let it rain
Thought that I was done? Dumb b*t*h I'm going Iverson
And X this b*t*h slap you ain't even gotta stop the beat
And all you pussies in my comments, ain't no stoppin' me (dumb n***a)
How you dishin' out smoke? You don't rock wit' me
All you n***as claim it's funk you ain't shot sh*t (you ain't shot sh*t)
I'm the n***a pulled up and let that Glock spit (boom boom)
How you kissin' on that b*t*h and she a thot b*t*h? (she a thot b*t*h)
And how she givin' out the clap but you ain't got sh*t? (punk b*t*h)
Dirty d**k lil' boy don't get yo' a**… (don't get yo' a** beat)
Matter fact f**k a fade 'cause a young n***a pack heat (boom boom)
And I stay runnin' up a check like a track meet
Claim it's f**k, drop location, I stay posted on that back street
If my man's turn b*t*h I'ma charge it to the game
Old dog in his prime why you pu**y n***as came?
Hit that road for that bag got your b*t*h bustin' dates
Changin' weather wit' this Drakey up this b*t*h and let it rain
Ain't no favorite ones with the gang get yo' score bust (boom boom)
Don’t get yo' stupid a** hit for sh*t you throwin' up (dumb n***a)
Still in the V big body keep 'em post up
Gang of Pit Bulls while you n***as, y'all some lil' pups
Cold hearted n***a, dogged the b*t*h and give no f**ks (dumb b*t*h)
N***as mad 'cause they b*t*hes post, and they post us
Yeah we had the city off that sh*t since that, "No Love" (lil' n***a)
I guess we back to the mothaf**kin' basics
Spilled quality on my Joe's while I was loadin' up the Drake clip
Load this b*t*h wit' my sight leave no traces back
Duece deuce is what you inhale now this four up in the face
All these Ling Ling's want the ding-a-ling they think I'm major (dumb b*t*h)
All this bling bling turn 'em on I see it in they face
All these chops a n***a own so they think a n***a Hattian
I'ma bop at him wit' the ming ming til' he's faced
If my man's turn b*t*h I'ma charge it to the game
Old dog in his prime why you pu**y n***as came?
Hit that road for that bag got your b*t*h bustin' dates
Changin' weather wit' this Drakey up this b*t*h and let it rain
Thought that I was done? Dumb b*t*h I'm going Iverson
And X this b*t*h slap you ain't even gotta stop the beat
And all you pussies in my comments, ain't no stoppin' me (dumb n***a)
How you dishin' out smoke? You don't rock wit' me
All you n***as claim it's funk you ain't shot sh*t (you ain't shot sh*t)
I'm the n***a pulled up and let that Glock spit (boom boom)
How you kissin' on that b*t*h and she a thot b*t*h? (she a thot b*t*h)
And how she givin' out the clap but you ain't got sh*t? (punk b*t*h)
Dirty d**k lil' boy don't get yo' a**… (don't get yo' a** beat)
Matter fact f**k a fade 'cause a young n***a pack heat (boom boom)
And I stay runnin' up a check like a track meet
Claim it's f**k, drop location, I stay posted on that back street
If my man's turn b*t*h I'ma charge it to the game
Old dog in his prime why you pu**y n***as came?
Hit that road for that bag got your b*t*h bustin' dates
Changin' weather wit' this Drakey up this b*t*h and let it rain
