Rain - Wiz Khalifa, PARTYNEXTDOOR

Khalifa papers, no cigarillos

Stuffin' your face all up in the pillow

Grabbin' you close and pullin' you nearer

Lookin' at both of us in the mirror

Pick you up, roll you 'round in the Chevy

Put this dick in your life if you let me

All of my niggas, not like them niggas

Fuck about it, how I’m gettin' dollars, my nigga

If you got a problem, gonna holla, my nigga

Young Khalifa tatted to the collar, my nigga

She swallow a nigga cause my dollars is bigger

And you know Party my nigga

I made it rain like a hurricane-cane

I made it rain like a hurricane-cane

I made it rain (I just wanna do it, baby)

I made it rain ()

I made it rain (uh,)

I made it rain ()

Let me get into it, let you smoke a little bit

Now fuck you better than the nigga you with

When I met you, you was innocent

Now your pussy gettin' wet soon as you mention me

Guess it was just meant to be

Fuckin' with me got me goin' way up

Slammin' in that pussy, never lay up

Fuckin' up your makeup

Make me cheese, eggs when I wake up

You an' him need to hurry up and break up

Run around the world, I don’t run games

Run into your bitch, I’ma find out her name

Let her rep the gang, let her wear my chain

Let her give me brain

Soon as I put it in

I made it rain (woo) like a hurricane-cane

I made it rain (hahaha) like a hurricane-cane (man, that)

I made it rain (I just wanna do it, baby)

I made it rain ()

I made it rain (uh,)

I made it rain ()