Rain on Your Parade Songtext
von KnowMads

How do you say fuck it in spanish?
Ok, fuck it
Como te odio hijo de puta
Mira maya ya viste este imbécil que está pasando?
Es un pendejo malparido, qué está pasando contigo?
Chinga tu madre, pinche cabrón
I got that drip
Come from the rain
Son I could walk on the clouds
You think you god I think you talk
You could get socked in the mouth
You on the block
I put a lid on your top
Like you Oscar the Grouch
You got that bag
Think you the boss
I call you out Santa Claus
You in the gang gang
Rockin Supreme like you Diana Ross
I got them chops ain′t tryna floss


Biters I'm brushing em off
Still get my white tees at Ross oh
I pull that chick in my crocs whoa
She do not like white dudes
Except for me I′m-cute
You go to work in a tight suit
I work the beats like I'm Dwight Shrute
She give me top wearing lip gloss
I'm on a roll and I can′t stop
I′m bout the love I'm a life guy
Fuck wit my homie he might shoot
Hop off the plane and I′m smoking the box
You an informant don't talk to the cops
You dropped an album and say dat it′s hot
Check it to see if it's dope nope it′s not
They tried to sleep when I gave em a classic
You cannot sleep no mo I took ya mattress
Half of my homies is high on that stuff
Holes in they brain like they Shia Lebouf
I got that gold I'm in no rush
Look out the window son I'm coming up

Better get your umberella
Telling everyone you know know
You been throwing shade
Fuck em rain on they parade
Man cus even in the summer
Homie I was moving snow snow
Guess it′s now or never drip then
Watch me change the weather
Better get your umberella
Telling everyone you know know
You been throwing shade
Fuck em rain on they parade
Man cus even in the summer
Homie I was moving snow snow
Guess it′s now or never drip then
Watch me change the weather on em

I could do every flow
They show me love like wherever I go
You coming down like a sled in the snow
Season finale the end of your show
We undefeated eleven and oh
I got mo heat than the devil below
I got that drip, weathered the storm
Ip man baby a legend is born
She getting wet wanna swim like a dolphin
Making fun of all the hipsters in Oakland
Move so much weight give me back pain
I Told her Wilson my last name
Shorty posh so I cover the bill
Pussy badder than Cruella Deville
Quit running them lines you know the drill
We run the game homie fuck how you feel
Forreal
Better get your umberella
Telling everyone you know know
You been throwing shade
Fuck em rain on they parade
Man cus even in the summer
Homie I was moving snow snow
Guess it's now or never drip then
Watch me change the weather
Better get your umberella
Telling everyone you know know
You been throwing shade
Fuck em rain on they parade
Man cus even in the summer
Homie I was moving snow snow
Guess it′s now or never drip then
Watch me change the weather on em