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Dave B.
Dave B.
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David A Bowman
David A Bowman
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Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, all the people said Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, yeah, yeah Somewhere in my feelings with my dick Out how we made it this far is a mystery When the friends like, girl I don't know, But he the one, on God He the shit to me And my mama say I'm too chill, stay too lit I just really think she need to smoke some spliff with me Got a problem with a broke nigga and his 2 Cents keep that I don't need it can't sit with me In the back back with the aux cord need a Car charge got a bad broad with a fat fat She a class act, Know the kid play games better get paid still ask where the cash at And they can't hang how they still sleep on em Obviously never been on one of my shows Trying to maintain when the pain comes, Getting high, gotta say high, gotta balance my lows In the park Know its dark Hope the flashing lights don't come Ain't no trouble Playing bottle It go on and on and on Yeah The money on time when we can't grow, Same old payroll, keep us all slaves Clock out, come home Halo, stay lowkey Couldn't be me niggas all lame Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, all the people said Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, all the people said Yeah Got a few missed calls, Hope its good news, please let the love rain down on me Girl I know who you was when you pull up, Hope it's all love, you can count on me All the niggas you trust, What the fuck all lame, all got the same sound to me Girl I know who you are when you pull Up please let the love rain down on me Post show like to kick in the rental With the fam, then I uber to fiesta It's not my scene, rather sit on the computer Google couple noodles while I'm looking up the Tesla I dream big, cause I scheme big Feet big, know what they say I seen shit, never say nothing My heart full like a Ross plate Its too lit bumpin' all day, all day Rain water on my window, same blotter Same problems for my kinfolk, can't call them So I like to keep in indoors Let the light pour in let you skin shooooooow Man the days keep passing Nigga like Dave keep smashing With a bad girl, her intentions so precious, she like "You wanna fuck?" I'm like "hey why you even bother asking" I'm with that Didn't call, never get back Stay running with the double neck, like simba Ask who the best brown nigga, know I been that I been that, know a couple need to hear that Yo I might do a some shit a night to say I did I won't live forever, I want all the shit Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, all the people said Please just let it fall, rain down on my head Let the love come down, all the people said Yeah Got a few missed calls, Hope its good news, please let the love rain down on me Girl I know who you was when you pull up, Hope it's all love, you can count on me All the niggas you trust, What the fuck all lame, all got the same sound to me Girl I know who you are when you pull Up please let the love rain down on me
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