Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Rain, artist - B.o.B. Date of issue: 19.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Rain |
| Forecast determines high chance of a heavy shower |
| Getcha umbrella |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Groupie Groupie |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Like rain |
| Fallin like (3x) |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Fallin like, fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Fall fall fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Like rain, fallin like |
| Groupie Groupie |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Fallin like, fallin like rain |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| Fall fall fallin like rain |
| I see’em |
| Groupie bitches fallin like rain |
| This bitch like my chain |
| This bitch like my ring |
| Who’s gonna suck my thang? |
| Beez all at my hotel |
| Tell them im in room 112 |
| Bitch im really in 110 |
| (So you lied to dem hoes?) |
| Fuck yeah! |
| Anytime i think you hoes tryna race me |
| Really them bitches tryna chase me |
| And yesterday i was finna call the police |
| (Why?) |
| Dem hoes tried to rape me (911!) |
| Ima fresher then a spring time sunflower |
| Fuckin these bitches on lunch hours |
| Nigga try me bout one of these hoes |
| Yall gone smell a whole bunch of gun powder |
| Dis ho, dat ho |
| She can go, she can’t |
| Bitch you a lil bit to baldhead |
| And yo homegirl breath- three stank |
| Ridin through the hood with a bank roll |
| Pass this out to my stank ho |
| Trinidad James say the ones who be really the groupies |
| Be the ones say they ain’t doe |
| Fallin like rain, water |
| Take a step back you can see dem (drip) |
| G-girl don’t get mad just cause you suck, rip |
| She don’t smoke but my swisher she chief it |
| She got a good brain that will make her a genius Tho it ain’t no secret |
| This Dick is the cleanest |
| These hoes could have more diseases than Prometheus |
| Gross, don’t get close |
| Bobby Ray that boy mac a dosh |
| Her name Porsha but she never drove a Porsche |
| Like a motor imma fuck her with the power of a horse |
| Now that’s force, that’s torque |
| Eighteen holes lookin like a golf course |
| From Dominicans and even them Brazilians |
| And I ain’t even hit’em man I’m talkin all sorts |
| If these niggas saw the sides of the women I see |
| Maybe niggas wouldn’t be committed to she |
| She got a man she ain’t mention to me |
| Maybe what she doin it ain’t meant to be seen |
| But if I had a daughter |
| I would tell her from the start |
| To keep you loved and keep you gaurded |
| Cause you don’t wanna grow up whole hearted |
| Hollerin niggas ain’t shit |
| But ain’t at the end of the night you alone and a groupie, bitch |
| Them bitches said they heard about me |
| Fall finger ring down ya side, nay |
| Southside dick slinging cowboy named James |
| Yippy kai yay better hide yo bitch |
| Me and Bobby Ray off in this bitch |
| Dats Southside and the deck |
| And her mouth wide for this dick, woah |
| Let me flex, (ha!) let me flex |
| Thirty hoes in my section, give a molly, watch em sweat, (woo!) |
| Let me flex, let me flex |
| See yo ho in my section |
| Best ta believe fuck it next |
| I took her down to dat twelve |
| She said what about my friend? |
| That’s two more on my shelf |
| Never call them again |
| Now back out on dat scene |
| Yes, Lord, yours truly! |
| I can’t date dem regular ho, I need groupies |
| Bitch! |
| [Outro: Young Dro} |
| One thing about it, you can’t stop the rain |
| There’s or ours, to much for you niggas |
| Day Two |