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dfinition - rainy days lyrics

rainy days – performed by dfinition. mixed by project

(verse :1)
like d-mn
dfinition how the fuck you popping all these xans
portland thats my home man. got the purple po man
hit my line anytime
if you rhyme
if you looking for a dime
sold the sign, crossed the fucking border
writ-ins getting colder so your b-tch you better hold her
say that you flow but yo shit mediocre
cut up the coca like d-mn!
dfinition your the fucking man!
heard you got them plans
man im chilling smoking plants
rolling up a fucking blunt and yo b-tch with no pants
betta pay that advance
pull up in a spaceship asking for the rants
i want the bands a b-tch with soft hands
you can never understand
mom i know its fucking hard
but im trying to be a man
if you’re ever in need
hit my phone i got the weed
whatever you need
its the 503
got the mindset with me

(verse :2)
b-tches riding with me and you know i got woman
you know im fucking winning and im always fucking trippy acid on my tongue barely 16
man im so fucking young
its suprising b-tches coming through
and they asking for prizes
the kids hit me up and ask for my prices
its priceless im making fucking bands
but its so fucking up the kids popped a xan
got some fucking shrooms in my hand
go wooooow there they go.

(verse :3)
here we go
shits fucking melting man i hit the fucking floor
strangle sense of loop
got a pyrimid of gold
gold soul theory so im so im so fucking pro
im not sosa
i be on my shit like stoners on a sofa
b-tch move that coca she loca i toke on the blunt
xans in my mouth b-tch im chewing like gum
pack hit me hard now im slumped
toot a b-mp
lead em up
who got ups on a motha fucking sack
throw it together lets smoke that shit fast
light up the world there ain’t no turning back
im going to hell if its real thats a fact
if i give you some shit you best pay do not lack
bars on the beats
flipping packs it ain’t cheap
got some motha fucking dank
rolling up a fucking ounce
just to smoke to the face
northwest is my place
i ain’t playing no games
sipping muddie
man im jumping out the motha fucking face
with yo b-tch she relates
she be sucking on my tip for days
no i ain’t love her when i skeet on her face
like the message she erased
driving on the freeway turn up the b-ss
my set straight fuma, no need to debate
mixtape is coming so patiently wait

(verse :4)
smoking la’ mota tell im outerspace
your b-tch get her choke on, she swallow all day
reality is what the fuck you make it
so here put this shit in your ear let your thought dissapear
think about your life and what the fuck led you hear
dont fear no gods your in the presence of a leader
mindset no motha fucking mind readers

- dfinition lyrics

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