Rainy Days performed by Dfinition. Mixed By Project Verse 1 Like damn Dfinition how the fuck you popping all these Xans Portland thats my home man. Got the purple Po Man Hit my line anytime If you rhyme If you looking for a Dime Sold the sign, Crossed the fucking border Writins getting colder so your bitch you better hold her Say that you flow but yo shit mediocre Cut up the coca like damn! Dfinition your the fucking man! Heard you got them plans Man im chilling smoking plants Rolling up a fucking blunt and yo bitch with no pants Betta pay that advance Pull up in a spaceship asking for the rants I want the bands a bitch with soft hands You can never understand Mom i know its fucking hard But im trying to be a man If youre ever in need Hit my phone i got the weed Whatever you need Its the 503 Got the Mindset With me Verse 2 Bitches riding with me and you know i got woman You know im fucking winning and im always fucking trippy acid on my tongue barely 16 Man im so fucking young Its suprising bitches coming through And they asking for prizes The kids hit me up and ask for my prices Its priceless im making fucking bands But its so fucking up the kids popped a xan Got some fucking shrooms in my hand Go WOOOOOw there they go. Verse 3 Here we go Shits fucking melting man i hit the fucking floor Strangle sense of loop Got a pyrimid of gold Gold soul theory so im so im so fucking pro Im not sosa I be on my shit like stoners on a sofa Bitch move that coca she loca i toke on the blunt Xans in my mouth bitch im chewing like gum Pack hit me hard now im slumped Toot a bump Lead em up Who got ups on a motha fucking sack Throw it together lets smoke that shit fast Light up the world there aint no turning back Im going to hell if its real thats a fact If i give you some shit you best pay do not lack Bars on the beats Flipping packs it aint cheap Got some motha fucking dank Rolling up a fucking ounce Just to smoke to the face NorthWest is my place I aint playing no games Sipping muddie Man im jumping out the motha fucking face With yo bitch she relates She be sucking on my tip for days No i aint love her when i skeet on her face Like the message she erased Driving on the freeway turn up the bass My set straight fuma, No need to debate Mixtape is coming so patiently wait Verse 4 Smoking La Mota tell im Outerspace Your bitch get her Choke on, She swallow all day Reality is what the fuck you make it So here put this shit in your ear let your thought dissapear Think about your life and what the fuck led you hear Dont fear no gods your in the presence of a leader Mindset no motha fucking mind readers
fucking, dfinition, motha, bitch, xans