Pouring ft. Liv Margre Lyrics

Cowboy bebop nigga came in and he

Clutching the guns

You making a noise I came with the funds

I ain't have a choice put you in a blunt

B-Blade on me katana

put you in the marijuana

Hotter then a sauna

When these bullets on ya

She gone turn a hood nigga to a cowboy

Yeah brought the guns out

Stone blinging in the dial boy yeah like the suns out

I'm smoke you black and mild boy I'll put your blunt out

Draco on me ain't no Malfoy yeah I'm bout to wild out

That's only if you fucking with my bitch

I walk around down town with a revolver on my hip

A Boogie wrist drown I swear I'm wetter then your bitch

Poison ivy in my smile you can get a death kiss

"Shut the fuck up"

My bad baby no No no

I'm just kidding I been getting

Hoe hoe hoes

Why you need my gun what you need it for

I been with the gang I been with the folks

I stay with the metal like a bike spokes

Ice my heart I'm too cold

There starring

What on gods earth is he wearing

If my new girl Ain't embarrassed

Cause she know this young nigga will start blaring

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

She gone turn a hood nigga to a cowboy

Yeah brought the guns out

Stone blinging in the dial boy yeah like the suns out

I'm smoke you black and mild boy I'll put your blunt out

Draco on me ain't no Malfoy yeah I'm bout to wild out

Woah

That's only if you fucking with my bitch

I walk around down town with a revolver on my hip

A Boogie wrist drown I swear I'm wetter then your bitch

Poison ivy in my smile you can get a death kiss

"Unknown when are you coming home"

I don't even know I been on the road

All I got is my Ruger my shooter that bitch boutta blow

I'm the shit I Ain't talking manure

They know I'm go up

My bitch throwing the fours up

Pussy niggas trying to clone us

Like Coraline you niggas sewed up

I'm so done

She blowing me rogue one

You bitches are so dumb

I'm pulling up with more guns

Make a nigga rode run

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

Let the bullets rain

For the pain

It's raining it's pouring

In a foreign with a foreign

And she pouring

And she pouring