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k'la - rain all night lyrics

[verse 1]
mr. big, mr. big, mr. big showtime
you been gone since ’round fo’, did you forget your time?
you acting like you didn’t know, did you forget your mind?
and uh, uh… what’s the problem, you forget your line?
it’s a shame, it’s a crime, it’s a motherf-cking tragedy
pull up to the club like your motherf-cking majesty
tipping on them strippers, and i bet them b-tches raggedy
somebody had to tell you, so you should just be glad it’s me
spending money happily, but when you’re broke you’re frowning
every dollar that i spend, i gotta hear your mouth
and still play it cool when you say you’re going out
if you gotta make it rain, then i pray them b-tches drowning
man i swear you’re clowning, stunting for these n-ggas
as your pockets getting smaller, is your ego getting bigger?
if that’s what it takes for you to stay home and off them strippers
then i hope it f-cking rains until these streets turn into rivers and

[hook]
rain all night
‘cause he be making it rain all night
tipping these strippers and impressing his n-ggas
and when he get home, he done dumped all his figures
and can you imagine, how bad that it feels to have to be his wife
so here’s hoping it rains all night

[verse 2]
‘cause he got it, girl do he got it
the bags is filled with fifties, but the hundreds in his wallet
and i know that he’ll throw it at me if i go and pop it
but how much do you think he’ll give me if i split and drop it low?
drop it, drop it, drop it low, back that -ss up on the flo’
look him in the eyes while i wrap my legs around the pole
break it down and make it roll, speed it up and take it slow
make him feel like he just f-cked me, nah he never touched me though
i know that he got a wife, sometimes he say he gotta go
just ‘cause i take your cash don’t mean she gotta know
this could really be something, i mean you never know
i’ll just give you dances and you just give me dough
and even though a dance is something you can get at home
i bet your wife can’t make her -ss clap or make her booty roll
and all your n-ggas watching so you best put on a show
f-ck making it pour, you better make it thunderstorm and

- kla lyrics

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