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I made it rain (hahahahaha, hurricane-cane) I made it rain like a hurricane-cane I made it rain (Party... and Khalifa, man) I made it rain (oh, fuck!) I made it rain I made it rain (I made her rep the game, nigga) Ugh! Khalifa papers, no cigarillos Stuffin' your face all up in the pillow Grabbin' you close and pullin' you nearer Lookin' at both of us in the mirror Pick you up, roll you 'round in the Chevy Put this dick in your life if you let me All of my niggas, not like them niggas Fuck about it, how I'm gettin' dollars, my nigga If you got a problem, gonna holla, my nigga Young Khalifa tatted to the collar, my nigga She swallow a nigga cause my dollars is bigger And you know Party my nigga I made it rain like a hurricane-cane I made it rain like a hurricane-cane I made it rain I made it rain I made it rain Letras de cancionesI made it rain Let me get into it, let you smoke a little bit Now fuck you better than the nigga you with When I met you, you were innocent Now your pussy gettin' wet soon as you mention me Guess it was just meant to be Fuckin' with me got me goin' way up Slammin' in that pussy, never lay up Fuckin' up your makeup Make me cheese eggs when I wake up You ain't here in need, hurry up and break up Run around the world, I don't run games Run into your bitch, I'ma find out her name Let her rep the game, let her wear my chain Let her give me brain Soon as I put it in... I made it rain like a hurricane-cane I made it rain like a hurricane-cane I made it rain I made it rain I made it rain I made it rain From Letras Mania