Rain Potter Payper (Ft. Tappo Ent.)
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[Chorus:Python]
It's kind of funny in the game(in the game)
Trying to get the drinks
See me standing in the rain(in the rain)
See me running with the blade
Still we got the double when we're gunnin' in the lane
[x2]He said, she said, we should belong
Momma wasn't right so we could be wrong
[Sample]
Ethan Hawke: Yeah it's a jungle right? They say don't come in here with anything less than a platoon
[Verse:Potter Payper]
Tryna get paid
Shit I don't rave
All night long I was bagging up slate
Give me that mula, give me that cake
Give me that goose, better give me that straight
Blud my wife still stressed, still coming back late
I don't really like when I tell a cat wait
I don't really like when they sell a man dreams
Why would you not just tell a man straight?
See me in brum
See me with K
See me with K, I'm probably with Blakes
And chicks are like: why does he wear that bally?
Well miss prison is a cold, cold place
Put pebs on my strip, supply my estate
I tell you how it is, no glamour, no glitz
No fairytale, 'cause I ain't in that funny man shit
It's kind of funny in the game(in the game)
Trying to get the drinks
See me standing in the rain(in the rain)
See me running with the blade
Still we got the double when we're gunnin' in the lane
[x2]He said, she said, we should belong
Momma wasn't right so we could be wrong
[Sample]
Ethan Hawke: Yeah it's a jungle right? They say don't come in here with anything less than a platoon
[Verse:Potter Payper]
Tryna get paid
Shit I don't rave
All night long I was bagging up slate
Give me that mula, give me that cake
Give me that goose, better give me that straight
Blud my wife still stressed, still coming back late
I don't really like when I tell a cat wait
I don't really like when they sell a man dreams
Why would you not just tell a man straight?
See me in brum
See me with K
See me with K, I'm probably with Blakes
And chicks are like: why does he wear that bally?
Well miss prison is a cold, cold place
Put pebs on my strip, supply my estate
I tell you how it is, no glamour, no glitz
No fairytale, 'cause I ain't in that funny man shit
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