Tinie Tempah - Make It Rain lyrics

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Tinie Tempah - Make It Rain lyrics

Keep them dollars coming, and that's gonna make me dance You wanna see some a**, I wanna see some cash Keep them dollars coming, and that's gonna make me dance And that's gonna make me dance, and that's gonna make me dance Work it, rain trip, make it, break it rain trip Work it, rain trip, make it, break it rain trip Work it, rain trip, make it, break it rain trip Turn up the volume, pour up pino n******g uh this push my way up a couple kilos I know the baddest, all she drink is misso All she do is even Puerto Rico Expensive taste, what the hell does she know? She thinking ace of spades, I'm thinking verce clico Only 22 and I'm on my 3rd vico These n******gs trying to step on me like what we earn is equal Fellows got comers and sh** Ain't got no beat, I'm in first cla**, next to my thunder and sh** Twitter me at Tinie Tempah, quarter of a million follow my sh** Better busting I'm every car, like J electronic it is Never f** with, I'm champagne you feels Now I'm in the got you motherf**ers playing ketchup with no mustard Keep telling yours so wife tells, cause I ain't trying to be no husband You ain't never no buzz like this I'm great an*lyze Work it, rain trip, make it, break it rain trip More whips and chains than She think she a princess cause she smell like b**h Look it, smell it, sound it, but no feeling that we made it Make it rain, so I gotta put my top Play the game so I gotta risk my rock up in her Favorite game, I'ma get her to lick this co*k up and I Say no names if I get caught bottom copper town with the hustlers, going to pursue just to bust it up Had 10 thounds , now 5 thounds gone and the b**h getting wet like she dust it up Talk about cars and get embarra**ed, you talk about mars and you get to paris Don't get a room without a terrorist What the f** you looking at girl all these carrots, ching Over freeze, I don't give a f** if you over seas Nullify a n******g that's cold to me Better yet, motherf**er with a colder sleeve Truly, or just caught a cold, motherf**er bout to blow a sneeze, hatchu He know how we go in the coldest feet Keep them dollars coming, and that's gonna make me dance You wanna see some a**, I wanna see some cash Keep them dollars coming, and that's gonna make me dance And that's gonna make me dance, and that's gonna make me dance

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