Wiz Khalifa, PARTYNEXTDOOR - Rain lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, PARTYNEXTDOOR - Rain lyrics]
Sledgren cardo got wings
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
Hunnid dollar bills, I'ma make it rain on you
Couple hunnid dollar bills
(couple hunnid dollar bills)
Fuckin' with the real
She ain't fucked with me before
Now she fuckin' with the real
(now she fuckin' with the real)
Say you wanna chill
Baby, I been doin' boss things
In and out of town
Say I gotta go, before I leave
I beat her down
Love young Khalifa 'cause her nigga
He a clown baby, I can take you out and
I can show you 'round meet important people
Won't you tell me how it sound?
Sayin' when I met you, you was lost
Now you found
Blow the smoke out (PARTY) , we in the clouds
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, drip, drip, get naked wet
Hm, upset 'cause we got all that drippin'
Aw, my bed clock still tickin'
Find the clock on me and he trippin'
Because I took the baddest
Broad and I du-du-du-du
White Liquor neck 'em
Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up
Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up, big bands
Get it ridiculous
And the way that she bad, ridiculous
I'm PARTY, baby, finna give you the dick
Finna get lit, on lit
Get me bitches on bitches
Bitch I'm tipsy, you gotta love it, uh
I know you love it
Bitches love bein' called bitches
Especially when
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, wet, wet
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
You gon' need an umbrella
It's gon' be some stormy weather
Hunnid dollar bills, I'ma make it rain on you
Couple hunnid dollar bills
(couple hunnid dollar bills)
Fuckin' with the real
She ain't fucked with me before
Now she fuckin' with the real
(now she fuckin' with the real)
Say you wanna chill
Baby, I been doin' boss things
In and out of town
Say I gotta go, before I leave
I beat her down
Love young Khalifa 'cause her nigga
He a clown baby, I can take you out and
I can show you 'round meet important people
Won't you tell me how it sound?
Sayin' when I met you, you was lost
Now you found
Blow the smoke out (PARTY) , we in the clouds
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, drip, drip, get naked wet
Hm, upset 'cause we got all that drippin'
Aw, my bed clock still tickin'
Find the clock on me and he trippin'
Because I took the baddest
Broad and I du-du-du-du
White Liquor neck 'em
Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up
Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up, big bands
Get it ridiculous
And the way that she bad, ridiculous
I'm PARTY, baby, finna give you the dick
Finna get lit, on lit
Get me bitches on bitches
Bitch I'm tipsy, you gotta love it, uh
I know you love it
Bitches love bein' called bitches
Especially when
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane
I make it rain, wet, wet