Waka Flocka Flame

Rainy Dayz

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TESTO - Waka Flocka Flame - Rainy Dayz


TESTO - Waka Flocka Flame - Rainy Dayz

I look like him, I talk like him

I dress like him, I smoke like him

Drive cars like him, fuck ho's like him

Fuck nigga's don't really like him

Ball hard, rock ice like him

Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him

Boosy nigga, you ain't hood like him

Bad bitches, I one night em'

My Yacht Master is iced out

Play with me, then it's lights out

Bad bitch pull the pipe out

Bend over with that pussy out

My side bitch, she Persian

Pussy tight, like a virgin

Hair long
eyes curvin'

When we hit the mall, we splurgin'

Pulled off I'm spuring

5 star like Birdman

Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I'm ballin, Julius Erving

Bad Cadillac's and Suburbans, black Cadillac's and Suburbans

Through traffic they swervin'

Black tints and lerkin'

No clouds, but I bring lightening

I'm just like him, that's why the crowd like him

Yeah that style, screamin by yourself

Phantom Ghost, frightening

You need to call a psychic

This sniper rifle shoot so long

If you ain't dead, nigga hold on

This molly juice got me so gone

You say you're right, but you're so wrong

Just like him, I wanted to be, but that was so long

Shots fired, man down

(Paramedics said) Hold on

I got albums like him, got hits like him

I'm a boss like him, rock shows like him

Critics hate him, but the fans like him

Broke ho's don't really like him

Open doors like him, build labels like him

Sign an artist like him, got sponsers like him

Own a clothing line, Own a liquor store with no liquor license

Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license

Off the brain, I ain't even writin'

Just like him, I'm street like him

Sleep on me, I'mma good-night him

No need for fightin'

Expedite him, send him on his way

call me Larry Day

This, you gonna need a couple mil to look like this

drinkin' Don P and Cris

Snakes in the grass, I done made it through the mist

You ain't talkin' money nigga it's irrelevant

Kush is my scent, and my bitch elogant

Swag arrogant, flow heaven sent

Fuck you
cause I did what I meant

Don't worry bout bills, don't worry bout when

Got wrist so swag, I

I made you nigga's, no offense


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