Drag-On - Rain Bullets | Текст песни

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Yeah, ah, my nigger, I’ma rain bullets on your umbrella
rain bullets on your umbrella, rain bullets on your umbrella
rain bullets on your umbrella
Money on your head, no bank teller
But the … fellow, that nigger’s too feminine like pink leather
… Rihanna, ella, ella, ella, ella, ella
Never met her, your hand touch, never chetter
I love me up in my… bad weather
… everybody deep sea
Your money only allows you to go to dc
And get your head popped by them killers easily
That’s what you get from dressing, acting like … me
I guess he … to the green exit wound
…had to build an extra room
20 blocks radius, my scope got extra zoom
My bars allow me to stand right next to whom
Ever, 2 door thing and a coop, better
Captain go down with the ship, but I knew better
Started … cause it suits better
Tell them…so most likely my suit’s better
… I got a goon squad called..
And they love proving how they are not boys
A lot of block money, real rock boys
You know these Bronx niggers make a lot of noise
You are not a real person, you’re a costume
Impostor, to the wolves, you’re red past
Red lobster, lasagna, red beam, definitely a head bust
Or a … chopper
I handle beef burger king…
Every week … drop a new knock up
I’m like a motherfucking doctor
My hood environment noises…

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