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Skrapz

Rain On Me

 

Rain On Me

(album: 80's Baby - 2014)


I dropped a couple bangers since they let me out the slammer
The jakes back on my case, I just pray I see the summer
Yo it's big boy Skrapz, the one and only motherfucker
Everything I say is proper, there can never be another
Free my nigga Jigga, that's my brother, word to mother
I'm looking for a brownin just to fuck her, not to love her
I be staying undercover tryna duck an undercover
Drop a package on a runner
Call him Ramsey, he's a gunner
Me, I be a gunner slash black star
Slash drug dealer slash rapper slash gangster
Slash a boy's face just for acting like a prankster
Snuff a nigga on the mains, what you talking bout banter?
Save that for your Twitter fans
Ask Inch, I was hanging out the car
What you know about wicked man?
They're gonna make me raise the stick and start sticking man
Bring my black suit out and start christen man

Rain on dem, rain on dem
Rain on dem
Rain on dem, we're in a different lane from dem
I don't think nobody out there can compare
Rain on dem, we're in a different lane from dem
I don't think nobody out there can compare

Come through in some design shorts
Bitches understand my story, I don't need nice talk
The fly sorts, see all I get is white cause
In the trap house, tracksuit looking Sky Sports
Cocaine creps, matching white tee
Yeah them niggas sound nice but they ain't nothing like we
Watch how I switch the game on them
See a pagan, let it rain on them
I'm having nightmares of getting nicked
See the feds coming plain on me
Dreams of getting rich but now they wanna rain on me
But before I do life though I'll shoot a fed
You went to sleep last night while I moved a Z
And putting two in pebs, now designer shoes and creps
Italian attire you see the medusa head
Bitches wanna fuck, I just get stupid head
Kill a beat, even the producer's dead

Rain on dem, rain on dem
Rain on dem
Rain on dem, we're in a different lane from dem
I don't think nobody out there can compare
Rain on dem, we're in a different lane from dem
I don't think nobody out there can compare

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