Pop Smoke - Make It Rain (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pop Smoke - Make It Rain (en) Lyrics
- Dread Woo and Pop Smoke
Dread Woo, nigga,
the fuck nigga?
Fuck is wrong with niggas?
Niggas don't
really be on shit
Niggas really be
fuckin' broke, nigga
09 to the fuckin'
Swish, nigga
We see niggas in
traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin' opps (They
know the vibes, nigga)
You know what's up, nigga,
gang (Don't fuck around)
(Woo), look
- I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain
that Woo weather
Bitch I'm a dog a blue devil
I got the hoes
like Hugh Hefner
I make it rain on whoever
I can't fuck with these niggas
they not a hundred
Nah
Trap phone keep jumpin'
Until the fiends
don't want it
Want it
Tell Drell keep drummin'
Drummin'
Tell Dread keep dumpin'
Run Ricky he runnin'
run Ricky he runnin' look
Gas in the air,
you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion,
Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big
wheel in the ocean
Everything icy
Rose gold
three carats in the pointer
Look,
ain't no apology
These niggas doubted me,
I keep a pole tucked
Run up, catch a cold cut
Put his head on his shoulder
Got the guns in the sofa
Sofa
Nigga, what's the commotion
Motion
Put the guns in a holster
'Til they smokin'
with the soldiers
Then I'm back
in the deep end
Trap, trap all season
Season
Trap open on the weekends
Weekends
Niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin'
Eatin'
And I'm in the flossy
Flossy
Where we stay reckless
Twenty-five on
the left wrist
Spent twenty-five
on the necklace
Have your mama like "Woah
there go Pop Smoke"
Know the opps can't stand me
Rolls Royce no Camry
Or skrrt off in the Panny
Hoodie on duckin' cameras
Cameras
If my opps in the foreign
Then we shootin'
up the Phantom
Know I'm outside (Uh)
and I keep a pole
Yeah
And I'm on the roads,
30K a show
Get it in between,
get it any means
For sure
Amiri for the jeans
I'm talkin' my shit
let a nigga run
Jumpin'
Run Ricky he runnin',
run, Ricky he runnin', look
Gas in the air, you can
smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion,
Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over,
big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats
in the pointer
Hello this is a prepaid
collect call from
Rowdy baby bitch
I got the call
behind the wall
that it's still
lit, then fuck it
I told Fetty go and up it
My niggas ain't
talkin', they dumpin'
I treat his face like Busta
Rhymes, why you say that?
I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside
of the toilet
with no remorse
and flushed it
Why niggas still bluffin'?
I still haven't seen nothin'
Where he at
My chain hang, don't tuck it
I touch down, I'm bustin'
Tell the label
I need five M's
If not I ain't
signing nothin'
'Cause I'm on a
flight with a Russian
getting head, concussion
And niggas saying that it's lit,
real shit it's nothin'
'Cause I'm in the Wraith
with your bitch
gettin' lit, stuntin'
Pole out in any weather, shit
on Rowdy you could never
Go and grab your umbrella
'cause we make it
rain on whoever
Baow, we make it
rain on whoever
Look, I make it
rain on whoever
I make it rain,
that Woo weather
Bitch, I'm a
dog, a blue devil
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