Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rainy Day , by - Zacari. Release date: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rainy Day |
| .30 on my hip in case of rainy day |
| .50 in the safe in case of rainy day |
| All the thirsty bitches on me, keep them games away |
| Really I just wanna keep the rain away |
| I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin' that ganj |
| No barkin' from the dogs, today seems kinda odd |
| Things change, but by any means, I know I’ll find a way |
| I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me |
| We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics |
| Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers |
| West siders, low riders, hydraulics |
| Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers |
| You know my MO was to p-pu-put it down and get it crackin' |
| And a Top Dawg can’t fuck 'round with no has-been |
| What’s happenin'? |
| And the rain turns to flood |
| Even God would say that’s tragic |
| Wanna see what’s up my sleeve? |
| Wouldn’t not wanna be no addict out here |
| You can’t duck from all that shit, it’s automatic out here |
| Doin' damage out here, yeah, yeah |
| Got my hands in the sky, givin' hand on the rise |
| Said it is what it is, let it be what it be |
| Shine like I never had nothin' |
| 'Cause I never had nothin', what it do, man |
| You can’t duck from all that shit, it’s automatic out here |
| Doin' damage out here, yeah |
| I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me |
| We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics |
| Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers |
| My blunt look like highlighter, way too high with my lighter |
| Please do not get me started, got CDG on my body |
| CPT, we iconic, throw fingers and speak Ebonics |
| GP, we need more dollars on G-O-D, yeah |
| Why you feel so entitled to what I got in my wallet? |
| If you wanna get that profit, first you gotta get shit poppin' |
| Ski mask and black Impalas, two-hundred-thousand dollars |
| They’ll never understand it, real niggas run the planet |
| She came over with no panties, we count up them rubber bands |
| And I’m causin' that pussy damage, don’t sleep on me |
| I put up with the homies, we linkin' up with shawties |
| Please don’t shoot up the party |
| Please don’t shoot up the party tonight, yeah, tonight |
| 'Cause you keep all that bullshit outside |
| .30 on my hip in case of rainy day |
| .50 in the safe in case of rainy day |
| All the thirsty bitches on me, keep them games away |
| Really I just wanna keep the rain away |
| I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin' that ganj |
| No barkin' from the dogs, today seems kinda odd |
| Things change, but by any means, I know I’ll find a way |
| I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me |
| Ski mask and black Impalas, two-hundred-thousand dollars |
| They’ll never understand it, real niggas run the planet |