| I look like him, I talk like him
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| I dress like him, I smoke like him
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| Drive cars like him, fuck ho’s like him
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| Fuck nigga’s don’t really like him
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| Ball hard, rock ice like him
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| Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him
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| Boosy nigga, you ain’t hood like him
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| Bad bitches, I one night em'
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| My Yacht Master is iced out
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| Play with me, then it’s lights out
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| Bad bitch pull the pipe out
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| Bend over with that pussy out
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| My side bitch, she Persian
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| Pussy tight, like a virgin
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| Hair long eyes curvin'
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| When we hit the mall, we splurgin'
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| Pulled off I’m spuring
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| 5 star like Birdman
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| Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I’m ballin, Julius Erving
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| Bad Cadillac’s and Suburbans, black Cadillac’s and Suburbans
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| Through traffic they swervin'
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| Black tints and lerkin'
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| No clouds, but I bring lightening
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| I’m just like him, that’s why the crowd like him
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| Yeah that style, screamin by yourself
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| Phantom Ghost, frightening
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| You need to call a psychic
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| This sniper rifle shoot so long
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| If you ain’t dead, nigga hold on
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| This molly juice got me so gone
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| You say you’re right, but you’re so wrong
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| Just like him, I wanted to be, but that was so long
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| Shots fired, man down
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| (Paramedics said) Hold on
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| I got albums like him, got hits like him
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| I’m a boss like him, rock shows like him
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| Critics hate him, but the fans like him
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| Broke ho’s don’t really like him
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| Open doors like him, build labels like him
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| Sign an artist like him, got sponsers like him
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| Own a clothing line, Own a liquor store with no liquor license
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| Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license
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| Off the brain, I ain’t even writin'
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| Just like him, I’m street like him
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| Sleep on me, I’mma good-night him
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| No need for fightin'
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| Expedite him, send him on his way
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| call me Larry Day
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| This, you gonna need a couple mil to look like this
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| OG drinkin' Don P and Cris
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| Snakes in the grass, I done made it through the mist
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| You ain’t talkin' money nigga it’s irrelevant
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| Kush is my scent, and my bitch elogant
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| Swag arrogant, flow heaven sent
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| Fuck you cause I did what I meant
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| Don’t worry bout bills, don’t worry bout when
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| Got wrist so swag, I
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| I made you nigga’s, no offense |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rainy Dayz , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album From Roaches to Rollies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп