Kidwithplay - Rain On Me (feat. Pr3 Gudalupe)

Its been like twenty five years n I want give back
I been tryna break pain down like a Kit Kat
I been at the craps table tryna get my chips stacks
hoes want jadakiss this is real rap
I'm talking leave ya body where you lay at
for that dough i don't play dat
I don't even got time to lay back
after I clap I'm on a road like shows
These niggas pillow talking n they fold shawty ain't had a real nigga an it shows
I leave the red bottom on ya fit like the clothes
Yes I'm the kid my niggas respect the codes or we next door Sticking that rod through your peephole
I'm so Pharrell like nigo
I got the shit from sosa we ain't cool not my amigo
To the top we go
She erupt on my volcano wait for it to explode haters onna job say I'm the bomb they waiting for me to blow
Tick tick
I remember layed up inn hospital sick sick
I done came a mile b rabbit with clips clips
Yea
I'm grinding like pusha man
Trouble man with rubberbands
Play tuff leave you onna system man
My cousin came a long way from getting out the system man
Took a like G now I dap 'em up like dapper Dan
Came from watching Steve yk the family matters man
I can't be the only nigga inna family that actually give damn
My dawg been rocking since Jordan's now we moccasins like Peter Pan
So much pussy round a nigga Hard to be the man
I'm dodging jail sentences , tramps , and coffins
These hoes be stamped an wanna off you
Work that bitch like a nine-five that's when I'm inna office
I'm in my bag on weekend I don't do this often
Yeah I don't do this often
Yea took longer than expected
Felt neglected restless freshest you've ever seen
Twelves on denim jeans
You couldn't find a piece of soap this clean my nigga
Swag so mean my nigga uh
And the flow so nice
Chances we took every night to get that bag bout the size of a Barry white
Betty white color coupe what I'm hoping for
Every shot seem open for
I'm no okafor more like a curry got 'em worried
Heart cold as a McFlurry
Got it out the mud hands dirty
Atleast for me they are shit crazy
Niggas acting like laws a bunch Steve Seagals
Backwood daddy brudda just keep the gar
Hoes like clothes brudda I keep a lot yea
I try not to speak a lot
Chill In the Honda why me peep the drop
That was really me
Peak I'm really free
If you are no kin of me
If you no friend me
You are the enemy
Opposition get rid of me
Pre got the remedy
Give em vicinities
Honey bun in my denim jeans
I'm so cool when I scoot to the loot
You have no choice but to fill the breeze
Remain low like a centipede
I'm in a different league
All of my thickest theives
They fucked up when they set me free yea

Written by:
Depree Fields, Jeremiah Seals

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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