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Andre Nickatina

Genres: Hip-Hop

Rain Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Fast like an automobile- no thrill, 

rockin' the game til' i get killed... 

Baby uza freak? Okay. Keep my life in the fast lane 

Set it right where the thunders at- You know I dress like a lumberjack 

Mixin it up, like a pot of stew 

sometimes I do what my momma do: 

'Thank the lord- Break the chain, keep your wickedness in vain 

Respect the name 

State your claim' 

Cuz It's gon' be times, when It rains 

 

[Chorus] 

Come and wash away the pain 

Cuz they dun' taste my tears 

cuz I've been cryin' fo years 

 

As far as the game goes +No Love+ 

Bullets fly to rip you up 

 

Holy Con'ver adjust your rhyme bookin by the dollar imma be a scholar 

clouds start to gather around, Tennasee tears on that clown 

focused like a falcon scoutin on the hideout in the mountains 

cuz when the bullets start to scream, best believe u both be shoutin 

thinkin they bustin fo the game 

talkin bout they new cocoain 

all im tryna say mang is come verify urself in the rains 

 

Come and wash away the pain 

Cuz they dun taste my tears 

cuz I've been cryin fo years 

 

You know I ROLL so cold 

just like a bat out the hottest hell 

Mixin pink bunny when the jewelry sell 

do it again when I make bail 

you know the streets a hard drive 

everyday a newer crime 

caught up in the wrong design 

watch your heart just flatline 

shake it like the earthquake does 

Nothin but steel inside your blood 

colder than a winter storm 

some will die and some are born 

but do it all- u miss, remain 

full respect for this here game 

forget your unbrella mang 

and take a ride with me in the rains 

 

Come and wash away the pain 

Cuz they dun taste my tears 

cuz I've been cryin fo years 

 

Conversation they cutthroat 

deaths of sangs on every note 

Tell the truth on every quote 

cuz mothafuckas come up short 

actin like this is Hollywood 

in the real world and it hardly good 

Talkin like ya u dont care 

end up in a wheelchair 

livin witcho momma while yo friends in the bahamas 

and sanas 

and premadonas mang 

livin like the dope game 

forever about this whole thang 

smokin on weed in the rains 

 

Come and wash away the pain 

Cuz they dun taste my tears 

cuz I've been cryin fo years... 

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