Rainy Dayz Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame

I look like him, I talk like him 

I dress like him, I smoke like him 

Drive cars like him, fuck ho's like him 

Fuck nigga's don't really like him 

Ball hard, rock ice like him 

Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him 

Boosy nigga, you ain't hood like him 

Bad bitches, I one night em' 

My Yacht Master is iced out 

Play with me, then it's lights out 

Bad bitch pull the pipe out 

Bend over with that pussy out 

My side bitch, she Persian 

Pussy tight, like a virgin 

Hair long eyes curvin' 

When we hit the mall, we splurgin' 

Pulled off I'm spuring 

5 star like Birdman 

Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I'm ballin, Julius Erving 

Bad Cadillac's and Suburbans, black Cadillac's and Suburbans 

Through traffic they swervin' 

Black tints and lerkin' 

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No clouds, but I bring lightening 

I'm just like him, that's why the crowd like him 

Yeah that style, screamin by yourself 

Phantom Ghost, frightening 

You need to call a psychic 

This sniper rifle shoot so long 

If you ain't dead, nigga hold on 

This molly juice got me so gone 

You say you're right, but you're so wrong 

Just like him, I wanted to be, but that was so long 

Shots fired, man down 

(Paramedics said) Hold on 

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I got albums like him, got hits like him 

I'm a boss like him, rock shows like him 

Critics hate him, but the fans like him 

Broke ho's don't really like him 

Open doors like him, build labels like him 

Sign an artist like him, got sponsers like him 

Own a clothing line, Own a liquor store with no liquor license 

Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license 

Off the brain, I ain't even writin' 

Just like him, I'm street like him 

Sleep on me, I'mma good-night him 

No need for fightin' 

Expedite him, send him on his way 

Call me Larry Day 

This, you gonna need a couple mil to look like this 

OG drinkin' Don P and Cris 

Snakes in the grass, I done made it through the mist 

You ain't talkin' money nigga it's irrelevant 

Kush is my scent, and my bitch elogant 

Swag arrogant, flow heaven sent 

Fuck you cause I did what I meant 

Don't worry bout bills, don't worry bout when 

Got wrist so swag, I 

I made you nigga's, no offense