Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain on Ya Parade, artist - Thouxanbanfauni. Album song Requiem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ThouxanbanFauni
Song language: English
Rain on Ya Parade |
I’m big band |
You lil' band |
Lil' bitch |
Big guap, big stack, big rack |
(Shouts out Bans and them) |
Rain on your parade |
Bills in the air we just throw them thangs |
If it’s something in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
If we gassing in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
The word to your bogus, I notice |
Like mustard, lame ain’t show biz |
Like this shit in your throat, bitch I know this |
And I call her lil' poke, 'cause she poking |
And I don’t fear anything |
Bitch, if anything loathing |
And the gas tank just soaking |
And the gasoline just soak in |
Ain’t seen sunshine in a minute |
Cause the gas block it from the smoking |
We vampires anyway can’t get love let this smoke in |
Tryna fit in bitch, stop it right now all of that cloaking |
And she love karaoke |
I’ma hit her with hadoki |
Yeah, I get it popping |
Yeah, I get it jumping |
She say everyday Wednesday |
She say everyday hump day |
Counting all that guap |
Tuesday to Tuesday |
First to the first |
Lil' bitch wanna call me Yusuke |
Fat ass she pretty |
But she so useless |
Bitch tried to seduce me |
Lil' ho so clueless |
Got a spirit gun, I’ma use it |
Bought a milf bitch some Pumas |
And the bitch got more brain |
Then a Goddamn brain tumor |
Sorry I’m late lil' bitch, no |
I could of pulled up sooner |
Smashed a thot, then leave a thot |
That same hoe spread rumors |
Rain on your parade |
Bills in the air we just throw them thangs |
If it’s something in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
If we gassing in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
Rain on your parade |
Bills in the air we just throw them thangs |
If it’s something in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
If we gassing in the air, bring your oxygen tank |
The word to your bogus, I notice |
Like mustard, lame niggas ain’t show biz |
Like this shit in your throat, bitch I know this |
And I call her lil' poke, 'cause she poking |
And I don’t feel anything |
Bitch, if anything loathing |
And the gas tank just soaking |
And the gasoline just soak in |
Ain’t seen sunshine in a minute |
Cause the gas block it from the smoking |
We vampires anyway can’t get love let this smoke in |
Tryna fit in bitch, stop it right now all of that cloaking |
Stop it right now all of that cloaking |
And she love karaoke |
I’ma hit her with hadoki |