Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
K'LA

Rain All Night

 

Rain All Night


[Verse 1]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, Mr. Big Showtime
You been gone since 'round fo', did you forget your time?
You acting like you didn't know, did you forget your mind?
And uh, uh… what's the problem, you forget your line?
It's a shame, it's a crime, it's a motherfucking tragedy
Pull up to the club like your motherfucking majesty
Tipping on them strippers, and I bet them bitches raggedy
Somebody had to tell you, so you should just be glad it's me
Spending money happily, but when you're broke you're frowning
Every dollar that I spend, I gotta hear your mouth
And still play it cool when you say you're going out
If you gotta make it rain, then I pray them bitches drowning
Man I swear you're clowning, stunting for these niggas
As your pockets getting smaller, is your ego getting bigger?
If that's what it takes for you to stay home and off them strippers
Then I hope it fucking rains until these streets turn into rivers and

[Hook]
Rain all night
'Cause he be making it rain all night
Tipping these strippers and impressing his niggas
And when he get home, he done dumped all his figures
And can you imagine, how bad that it feels to have to be his wife
So here's hoping it rains all night

[Verse 2]
'cause he got it, girl do he got it
The bags is filled with fifties, but the hundreds in his wallet
And I know that he'll throw it at me if I go and pop it
But how much do you think he'll give me if I split and drop it low?
Drop it, drop it, drop it low, back that ass up on the flo'
Look him in the eyes while I wrap my legs around the pole
Break it down and make it roll, speed it up and take it slow
Make him feel like he just fucked me, nah he never touched me though
I know that he got a wife, sometimes he say he gotta go
Just 'cause I take your cash don't mean she gotta know
This could really be something, I mean you never know
I'll just give you dances and you just give me dough
And even though a dance is something you can get at home
I bet your wife can't make her ass clap or make her booty roll
And all your niggas watching so you best put on a show
Fuck making it pour, you better make it thunderstorm and

[Hook]
Rain all night
'Cause he be making it rain all night
Tipping these strippers and impressing his niggas
And when he get home, he done dumped all his figures
And can you imagine, how bad that it feels to have to be his wife
So here's hoping it rains all night

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?