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Malo on the Beat & 3.T. - Rainy Days Lyrics



Malo on the Beat & 3.T. - Rainy Days Lyrics
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Yeah Yeah
Malooooo
Bar for bar, dudes got murked
If you, tryna survive, you better shoot us first
Cause my niggas don't miss a couple them got a Mrs.
Doubled up on my women soon as I learnt that it pisses
You nigga's off when I'm winning, while you stacking up losses
Ain't seen my dentist in a while, blame it on the fact that I'm flossing
Bet them niggas mad that I'm crossing, bridges they burnt cause of pride
If you don't wanna see make it, it's best you close your eyes
Cause I'm, too much
Sauce is dripping that's why all these women tempted to touch
Unlocked her freak, I bet you never knew your broad could do such do such
We f*cked to some Ella Mai but she forgot she's boo'd up
Damn, I wouldn't blame you niggas if you tried to shoot us
Click-clack
Still, that won't help you get your bitch back
Watch my sauce increase with each hit track
While they flush you out the game cause your shit wack,
You're the typa dudes who call 6lack 6-lack
Feels like this the year I'm finna break through
Been about the game since grade two
See as a youngin', I always knew
All I wanted was to be the greatest dude who ever done it (Done it, done it, done it)
Rainy days to my crew mean hella money
Grass ain't greener on the other side and ooouh it's hella sunny
Issa drought where you live at.
But if you think I'll sip this drink, you right
And if you think I'll sink this bitch you riiight
It ain't a club that gets lit like this crib tonight
Told her, "you can bring your friends-es if you liiike"
Squad pull up, no hesitation
Sit in silence like we meditating
Girls around us know we meant for greatness
So they take the D like it's medication
Like I'm Marvin Gaye, I got hella patients
Heal em all with that eeh err
If she's yours best hope I don't meet her
Cause I'm the one she's gon prefer
I'ma take over then Ether
Top tier talent all around me, keeps me on my toes, there's no space to breathe
So I won't rest until that homeless Porsche got a new owner and a place to sleep
Whether features or taking pictures, its gon be 6 figures when you pay the fee
Mom and dad raised the illest over and I did it sober cause they prayed for me
So, how does it feel? How does it feel? This drink, this joint
This needle, this powder, these pills, all for the thrill
But often it kills, it offers a lil,
For your soul and your will but can you counter the bill
I can't, so I stay far from it
So I can not relate when I see y'all vomit
Kush colon, I can smell y'all coming
Can't you see that it makes you niggas complacent
Hope my girl won't ever make that her fragrance
Cause If I bring her to momma it won't make sense
This got real but it's supposed to be a turn up
Someone tell the plug to bring a pound we can burn up
Turn your hot box into a Mo'f*cking furnace
Cause all we know is loud that sober silence don't concern us
Ayo Chill Bro
F*cking Relax Boy
Y'all a bunch of memes bruh
Not a fan of Fifa
But I'm goals like soccer teams bruh
Got the balls to dunk your queen bruh
She's foul so I shot for free bruh
And got my stripes like Zebras
She knows I ain't tryna keep her
But she still f*cks with me cause
All I wanted was to be the greatest dude who ever done it (Done it, done it, done it)
Rainy days to my crew mean hella money (Money)
Grass ain't greener on the other side and ooouh it's hella sunny
Issa drought where you live at
But if you think I'll sip this drink, you right
And if you think I'll sink this bitch you right
It ain't a club that gets lit like this crib tonight
Told her, "you can bring your friends-es if you like"
Cause I'm, too much
Sauce is dripping that's why these women tempted to touch
Unlocked her freak, I bet you never knew your broad could do such
We f*cked to some Ella Mai but she forgot she's boo'd up
Damn, I wouldn't blame you niggas if you tried to shoot us
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Yeah Yeah
Malooooo
Bar for bar, dudes got murked
If you, tryna survive, you better shoot us first
Cause my niggas don't miss a couple them got a Mrs.
Doubled up on my women soon as I learnt that it pisses
You nigga's off when I'm winning, while you stacking up losses
Ain't seen my dentist in a while, blame it on the fact that I'm flossing
Bet them niggas mad that I'm crossing, bridges they burnt cause of pride
If you don't wanna see make it, it's best you close your eyes
Cause I'm, too much
Sauce is dripping that's why all these women tempted to touch
Unlocked her freak, I bet you never knew your broad could do such do such
We f*cked to some Ella Mai but she forgot she's boo'd up
Damn, I wouldn't blame you niggas if you tried to shoot us
Click-clack
Still, that won't help you get your bitch back
Watch my sauce increase with each hit track
While they flush you out the game cause your shit wack,
You're the typa dudes who call 6lack 6-lack
Feels like this the year I'm finna break through
Been about the game since grade two
See as a youngin', I always knew
All I wanted was to be the greatest dude who ever done it (Done it, done it, done it)
Rainy days to my crew mean hella money
Grass ain't greener on the other side and ooouh it's hella sunny
Issa drought where you live at.
But if you think I'll sip this drink, you right
And if you think I'll sink this bitch you riiight
It ain't a club that gets lit like this crib tonight
Told her, "you can bring your friends-es if you liiike"
Squad pull up, no hesitation
Sit in silence like we meditating
Girls around us know we meant for greatness
So they take the D like it's medication
Like I'm Marvin Gaye, I got hella patients
Heal em all with that eeh err
If she's yours best hope I don't meet her
Cause I'm the one she's gon prefer
I'ma take over then Ether
Top tier talent all around me, keeps me on my toes, there's no space to breathe
So I won't rest until that homeless Porsche got a new owner and a place to sleep
Whether features or taking pictures, its gon be 6 figures when you pay the fee
Mom and dad raised the illest over and I did it sober cause they prayed for me
So, how does it feel? How does it feel? This drink, this joint
This needle, this powder, these pills, all for the thrill
But often it kills, it offers a lil,
For your soul and your will but can you counter the bill
I can't, so I stay far from it
So I can not relate when I see y'all vomit
Kush colon, I can smell y'all coming
Can't you see that it makes you niggas complacent
Hope my girl won't ever make that her fragrance
Cause If I bring her to momma it won't make sense
This got real but it's supposed to be a turn up
Someone tell the plug to bring a pound we can burn up
Turn your hot box into a Mo'f*cking furnace
Cause all we know is loud that sober silence don't concern us
Ayo Chill Bro
F*cking Relax Boy
Y'all a bunch of memes bruh
Not a fan of Fifa
But I'm goals like soccer teams bruh
Got the balls to dunk your queen bruh
She's foul so I shot for free bruh
And got my stripes like Zebras
She knows I ain't tryna keep her
But she still f*cks with me cause
All I wanted was to be the greatest dude who ever done it (Done it, done it, done it)
Rainy days to my crew mean hella money (Money)
Grass ain't greener on the other side and ooouh it's hella sunny
Issa drought where you live at
But if you think I'll sip this drink, you right
And if you think I'll sink this bitch you right
It ain't a club that gets lit like this crib tonight
Told her, "you can bring your friends-es if you like"
Cause I'm, too much
Sauce is dripping that's why these women tempted to touch
Unlocked her freak, I bet you never knew your broad could do such
We f*cked to some Ella Mai but she forgot she's boo'd up
Damn, I wouldn't blame you niggas if you tried to shoot us
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Writer: Ackim Sibanda, Trevor Gomo
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Performed By: Malo on the Beat & 3.T.
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Ackim Sibanda, Trevor Gomo

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