Текст песни
Ayy, yeah. I make it rain on whoever. I make it rain on whoever. Oh, shit. Look, look, look. I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a Hundred. Trap phone keep jumpin' until the fiend Don't want it. Tell drip, keep drummin'. Tell drip, keep dumpin'. Run Ricky, he run it. Run Ricky, he run it. Look. Gas in the air, you can smell the Aroma. And I change out the emotion. Pop smoke in the Rover. Pop smoke on him over. Big wheel in the ocean. Everything icy. Three carats in the pointer. Ain't no apology, these niggas doubting me, I keep a boat up. Hunna cut your throat cut. Put his head on his shoulder. Got the guns in the sofa. Nigga, what's the commotion? Put the guns in the holster. 'Til they smoke you with the soldiers. Then I'm back in the deep end. Trap trap for a season. Trap open on the weekends. Niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin'. And I'm in the flossin'. Where we stay reckless. Twenty-five on the left wrist. Spent twenty-five on a necklace. Have your mama like, "Whoa." Yeah. I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a Hundred. Trap phone keep jumpin' until the fiend Don't want it. Tell drip, keep drummin'. Tell drip, keep dumpin'. Run Ricky, he run it. Run Ricky, he run it. Look. Gas in the You can smell the aroma. And I change out the emotion. Pop smoke in the Rover. Pop smoke on him over. Big wheel in the ocean. Everything icy. Three carats in the pointer. Ain't no apology, these niggas doubting me, I keep a boat up. Hunna cut your throat cut. Put his head on his shoulder. Got the guns in the sofa. Nigga, what's the commotion? Put the guns in the holster. 'Til they smoke you with the soldiers. Then I'm back in the deep end. Trap trap for season.
FanEOne, LØST SIGNAL, Junior Charles — Make It Rain
«Make It Rain» — FanEOne, LØST SIGNAL, Junior Charles. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:41. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
