| Khalifa papers, no cigarillos
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| Stuffin' your face all up in the pillow
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| Grabbin' you close and pullin' you nearer
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| Lookin' at both of us in the mirror
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| Pick you up, roll you 'round in the Chevy
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| Put this dick in your life if you let me
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| All of my niggas, not like them niggas
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| Fuck about it, how I’m gettin' dollars, my nigga
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| If you got a problem, gonna holla, my nigga
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| Young Khalifa tatted to the collar, my nigga
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| She swallow a nigga cause my dollars is bigger
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| And you know Party my nigga
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| I made it rain like a hurricane-cane
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| I made it rain like a hurricane-cane
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| I made it rain (I just wanna do it, baby)
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| I made it rain ()
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| I made it rain (uh,)
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| I made it rain ()
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| Let me get into it, let you smoke a little bit
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| Now fuck you better than the nigga you with
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| When I met you, you was innocent
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| Now your pussy gettin' wet soon as you mention me
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| Guess it was just meant to be
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| Fuckin' with me got me goin' way up
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| Slammin' in that pussy, never lay up
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| Fuckin' up your makeup
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| Make me cheese, eggs when I wake up
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| You an' him need to hurry up and break up
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| Run around the world, I don’t run games
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| Run into your bitch, I’ma find out her name
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| Let her rep the gang, let her wear my chain
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| Let her give me brain
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| Soon as I put it in
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| I made it rain (woo) like a hurricane-cane
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| I made it rain (hahaha) like a hurricane-cane (man, that)
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| I made it rain (I just wanna do it, baby)
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| I made it rain ()
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| I made it rain (uh,)
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| I made it rain () |