Let It Pour Songtext
Uh, uh
I want that Goyard, I want that Saint Laurent (That Saint Laurent)
I want that bad bitch, she gon' suck it, yeah (Suck it, yeah)
I want them niggas dead, yeah, go fuck 'em up, yeah
[?] in her throat, woke up in a truck, yeah
Let it pour, let it rain (Let it rain)
She gon' fuck you for the fame (Yeah, yeah)
I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah)
I want that Goyard, I want that Saint Laurent (That Saint Laurent)
I want that bad bitch, she gon' suck it, yeah (Suck it, yeah)
I want them niggas dead, yeah, go fuck 'em up, yeah
[?] in her throat, woke up in a truck, yeah
Let it pour, let it rain (Let it rain)
She gon' fuck you for the fame (Yeah, yeah)
I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck that ho, put it in her membrane
We don't give a fuck, bang it 'til it pop (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Tryna shop)
Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
Niggas tryna put me in a box, I feel like Roddy
If Chanel on that ho, let her go, she ain't my shawty
How you mad? I was tryna let you know, I was being honest
I was in my bag, told me, "Slide through," had to push up on it, yeah
Drank that shit like medicine, that Gin herbal tonic, yeah
Make that pussy mine, yeah, I love the way she be on it, yeah
Ran this ho up on the X, I ain't stoppin'
Ran this ho up on the drugs, I was off 'em
Let it pour, let it rain (Let it pour, let it rain)
She gon' fuck you for the fame (Fuck you for the fame)
I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck that ho, put it in her membrane
We don't give a fuck (Yeah), bang it 'til it pop (Yeah) Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Shop)
Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
We don't give a fuck, bang it 'til it pop (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Tryna shop)
Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
Niggas tryna put me in a box, I feel like Roddy
If Chanel on that ho, let her go, she ain't my shawty
How you mad? I was tryna let you know, I was being honest
I was in my bag, told me, "Slide through," had to push up on it, yeah
Drank that shit like medicine, that Gin herbal tonic, yeah
Make that pussy mine, yeah, I love the way she be on it, yeah
Ran this ho up on the X, I ain't stoppin'
Ran this ho up on the drugs, I was off 'em
Let it pour, let it rain (Let it pour, let it rain)
She gon' fuck you for the fame (Fuck you for the fame)
I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck that ho, put it in her membrane
We don't give a fuck (Yeah), bang it 'til it pop (Yeah) Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Shop)
Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it
