The Rain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Nigga like me smoke weed everyday

Nigga like me high all the time

Shut the fuck up man

It's Taylor's! Ugh


One shot, one kill, what the deal?

Learned this from my OG, shit is real

Made niggas, paid niggas, all around

One phone call, brr, it's going down

Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes

Need my paper straight, no typos

Right flows, but really I don't write

I'm in the studio all night

Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life

From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly – this the 'burg

Not Philly, shout them niggas though that wheelie on them bikes

These niggas fans, they just sittin'

Talk about plans they ain't been in

Even rock brands they don't fit in

Ain't got to go to France, spend 100 bands

Gotta understand, damn!


I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas


Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it

If she bad, I tell her park it, I'mma hit it like a target

Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again

Must ain't let him know, you ain't coming home again

Leave that man alone, could be doing better

Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flying 'round the globe

Baby we gonna smoke a whole zone

Burning kush till her eyes gone

Cellphone by the remote control

When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone

Paper wild long

Try to draw the line between personal and business

But these niggas in their feelings like bitches

Mobbing through these trenches, always on a mission

Rules to the game, starve the competition

Khalifa Kush keep me high, to where I don't wanna speak

Broke and jail – two things I don't wanna be

You talk tough, but your clique is nervous

Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent

Then we done with 'em

There's gotta be somebody to blame

It's a shame, shame, shame


I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

What? What?

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

Fake ass, niggas, shit

Dawg, damn, whoa

28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand

God, Damn!

Ho

Hahahahaha

Hol up, hol up, hol up

Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble

Just warning you now

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