Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - Rain lyrics

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Fast like an automobile- no thrill,
Rockin' the game til' I get killed...
Baby uza freak? Okay. Keep my life in the fast lane
Set it right where the thunders at- You know I dress like a lumberjack
Mixin it up, like a pot of stew
Sometimes I do what my momma do:
'Thank the lord- Break the chain, keep your wickedness in vain
Respect the name
State your claim'
Cuz It's gon' be times, when It rains

[Chorus]
Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun' taste my tears
Cuz I've been cryin' fo years

As far as the game goes +No Love+
Bullets fly to rip you up

Holy Con'ver adjust your rhyme bookin by the dollar imma be a scholar
Clouds start to gather around, Tennasee tears on that clown
Focused like a falcon scoutin on the hideout in the mountains
Cuz when the bullets start to scream, best believe u both be shoutin
Thinkin they bustin fo the game
Talkin bout they new cocoain
All I'm tryna say mang is come verify urself in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
Cuz I've been cryin fo years

You know I ROLL so cold
Just like a bat out the hottest hell
Mixin pink bunny when the jewelry sell
Do it again when I make bail
You know the streets a hard drive
Everyday a newer crime
Caught up in the wrong design
Watch your heart just flatline
Shake it like the earthquake does
Nothin but steel inside your blood
Colder than a winter storm
Some will die and some are born
But do it all- u miss, remain
Full respect for this here game
Forget your unbrella mang
And take a ride with me in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
Cuz I've been cryin fo years

Conversation they cutthroat
Deaths of sangs on every note
Tell the truth on every quote
Cuz mothafuckas come up short
Actin like this is Hollywood
In the real world and it hardly good
Talkin like ya u don't care
End up in a wheelchair
Livin witcho momma while yo friends in the bahamas
And sanas
And premadonas mang
Livin like the dope game
Forever about this whole thang
Smokin on weed in the rains

Come and wash away the pain
Cuz they dun taste my tears
Cuz I've been cryin fo years...
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Language: English

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