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tela - let it rain كلمات الأغنية

eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spot
d-mn that sh-t be hot, my n-gg- be what chu’ got
on a sack of bud, these b-tches gotta dub
but they ain’t got no love, young n-gg- so what

let’s hook with these b-tches, start to smoke up all of they swisher’s
get up inside they britches, start to get up off they riches
you know i’m down man, stop off and get some gas
knowin’ pam’s shakin’ in part from the last

stereo, i be catchin’ from words i be flexin’
i got a smith-n-wesson for those who want a lesson
no time for no students, i be down for some shootings
i be lookin’ for the fluids for me and my crew kit

park up on that hill, ten minutes away from beale
sittin’ try to chill to get to know this ho that kill
her p-ssy all hot, yet tend to be on ya block
them haters be tryin’ to stop but i gets h-lla props

that pimpness from memphis, them n-gg-s be tryin’ to get this
shoot em’ up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast
so watch when i swings and my sw-ngs
these n-gg-s do not no my name, these n-gg-s do not know a thang

let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
or men in chains that i was achin’ cowards out the crack
let it rain on those, no name that i should not mention
when things got kind of heated got they -ss up out the kitchen

roll up on the sh-t, n-gg-s wanna pick
me against a big, what the f-ck is this
you a f-ckin’ donor, i be smokin’ the marijuana
tela hit that corner, you know’s that i’s a goner

outtie five-thousand and these hoes that i be housin’
f-ckin’ thugs about a dozen, doin’ sacks by the thousand
mad as she be on, them n-gg-s be got be bone
f-ck em’ with the clip, when i just beat em’ to the strip

go and get that check, red chev and the lex
i’m eatin’ like a biscuit, exorcist be twistin’ necks
let’s get that sh-t over, i call the suave soldiers
rollin’ up like boulders, caff in caffeine just like folgers

had to get em’ back, sowed em’ up just like that
n-gg-s must be cr-p, they comin’ in and out like that
wax up on that b-tch, stomp you feet now even b-tch
breezy just like weezy, movin’ up like jefferson’s
the southern type of weather and n-gg-s don’t stick together
had jewels and s-k blew ya crew, let it rain

no time for me to stop, p-ss me the glock
got my homie ball on the call, lick him jocks
jocks is lickin’ in, still i’m down with hen
got em’ doin’ ten push ups b-tch kick the skins

time is obsolete, doin’ ’bout at least
90 miles an hour through the streets, n-gg-s greased
rub me, tired munch, stay warm from the clutch
got the heaters in the trunk, ’cause there be cold fronts

exhaust and b-tches, a forcast edition
hurricanes on my terrains, a death of my condition
a changin’ of the climates, brings some n-gg-s blindness
glad to see you smilin’, no congestion in my sinus
should i just eat the cakes, hoes turn tricks
men take yo dough, suave deal with big ol’ hits

- tela

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