WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - The Rain

rate me

(Intro)

Nigga like me smoke weed er'day

Nigga like me high all the time

Shut the fuck man

It's Taylor's! Ugh

(Verse)

One shot, one kill, what the deal?

Learners from my OG, shit is real

Made niggas, paid niggas all around

One phone call, brr, it's going down

Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes

Need my paper straight, no typos

Right flows, but really I don't write

I'm in the studio all night

Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life

From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly, this the 'burg

Not Philly, shout to those niggas though that wheelie on them bikes

These niggas fans, they just sit in

Talk about plans they ain't been in

Even rock brands they don't fit in

Ain't got to go to France, spend a hunid bands

Gotta understand, damn!

(Hook)

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

(They shouldn't be talkin' bout that shit they got)

(They ain't got that shit)

I can't stand fake niggas

(Verse)

Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it

If she bad, I tell her park it, I may hit it like a target

Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again

Must we let him know, you ain't coming home again?

Leave that man alone, could be doing better

Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flyin' round the globe

Baby we gonna smoke the o-zone

Burnin' kush till her ass gone

Cellphone by the remote control

When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone

Paper wild long

Try to draw the line between personal and business

But these niggas in their feelings like bitches

Mobbing through the trenches, always on a mission

Rules to the game, start a competition

Khalifa Kush keep me high, the world wanna speak

Broke and jail, two things I don't wanna be

You talk tough, but your click is nervous

Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent

Then we done with 'em

There's gotta be somebody to blame

It's a shame, shame, shame

(Hook)

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

(Uuuu)

I can't stand fake niggas

(What? What?)

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

(Hey)

Fake ass, niggas, shit

Dawg, damn, woah

28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand

God, Damn!

Ho

Hahahahaha

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble

Just warning you now

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