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lirik lagu dj storm - make it rain - remix

whoo!

roxanne, (its khals b-tches! owww!) you don’t have to turn off your red light…

static!

let’s make it rain on these n-gg-s (remix!)

yeah, i’m in this b-tch with the terror

gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

i make it rain, i make it rain (remix!)

i’m in this b-tch with the terror (we back! let’s go!)

gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

i make it rain, i make it rain i make it rain on them hoes

i make it rain, i make it rain (remix! remix! we back!)

i make it rain, i make it rain on them hoes

if you drilling these chicks they like major payne

when i make it rain, they be like “yo… do it again”

from the club to the coupe, inside my gates

up in my bedroom screaming that you’re the snake

they was perty perty, and i was flirty flirty

lil’ dro, lil’ bub now they getting’ dirty dirty

don’t ax me what my name is, stupid b-tch i’m famous

you gon’ make me aim this

leave your -ss brainless

i’m tryin’ to stay r&b

but these streets is a part of me

so don’t get it twisted

you see i order one bottle, then i f-ck with one model

then i order more bottles, now i got more models

i’m from that city where them n-gg-s don’t play mayn

i take a chick to my room like caveman

so ask your girlfriend my name, i bet she go

“skeet skeet skeet, weatherman ’bout to make it rain!”

blat, blat, blat, blat, hey joe uh let me git ’em

it’s young money and we on like the television

the weather channel, but i do not broadcast

i throw up more cash, and change the forecast

your boyfriend is lame, i make it rain on you

he never make it rain, like southern california

where’s your umbrella? now get your raincoat

baby i make it flood, now you gon’ need a boat

fresh to death on ’em

we throwin’ money on ’em

stay fly, 25s when we ride on ’em

alligator suede, custom with the shades

make it snow in the club, b-tches know we paid

stay shy rockin’ gucci in the bentley (super fly)

white rose for my broad on them 23s

goin’ to the club, n-gg- in a new fleet

all red doors up, doin’ it like a real g

come see me a crackin’, in the club flossin’

40 thou’ in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans

no real boss n-gg-s do real boss things

we bout that sh-t, you just talkin’

you’nna slang rocks? then how with my girls

in the 430 down the strip i zoom?

gonna drop it day real but i feel like joe

big glock i carry make a real big boom

make moves like a young tyc–n

i come through like a young typhoon

category 3, don’t be category me

like you can get a better salary to me

el capitan, game numbero uno

i flood p-ssy clubs, ask any stripper you know

ace mizzy get all the hoes

gonna teach them sh-t they want to know

like f-ck that p-ssy -ss 9-4 girl

make that bucket a pot of gold

it ain’t no money like custom money

it ain’t no b-tch like a hustle bunny

ain’t no b-tch gettin’ none of my money

that why the money gotta clear to protect it from me

she gotta ride for the a, hop for the a

live for the minute or be out for the day

hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos

gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger

boss b-tch of the ghetto, my spanish trina

talk sh-t to a n-gg- with the ‘blama beamed up

when i see her gotta handle my bui-nah

i gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

305 in my yayo

hey khal, call joe up

let him know i’m bout to roll up

i just ran outta money

i need to borrow 50 thousand cash

come through baby, make it rain

e cl-ss on the way to you

gotta a hundred grand for you

triple cs

oh yeah it’s the remix

i be reppin my city

blowin hundreds and fiftys

if the head, right ricky there every night

joey i was listenin’

uh, dubs, spinnin’ rims

time to spend some dividends

my money they swimmin’ in

ross, i’m a boss (i’m a boss) i’m the mayor (i’m the mayor)

make it rain (make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)

get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin’

h-lla chedda, i’m the n-gg- that you scared of

cause no one can do it better

your crack girly

80s crack baby’s momma paid me

maybach, fly mercedes

birth that, drop a baby

them perty ladies, they drive me crazy

them skies is hazy, i’ll pop like 80

someone tell mr. bentley to bring his umbrella

katrina not, its just a one fella

who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon

got me a designated thower, cause my hand’s hurtin’

i make it rain, its c-ck-eyed b-tch

it’s not a game, i’m ’bout those locos rich

ain’t nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending

and we don’t need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin’

b-tch!

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