Vince Staples – Rain Come Down (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign) (Big Fish Theory Album)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Dod ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose on the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on my side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Riding in a drop top, sun where I think
Might get JFK’d, hope not I pray if
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose on the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, sun where I think
Might get JFK’d, hope not I pray if
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Did ya man lay down?

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need ’em fine
On Parisian time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Covergirl, but her chest flat
Two page spread in the CR
Think it was for Wang
Can’t remember spring or fall, read it on a plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Car color of La Haine
She getting naked under covers for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream of how it feel to be in love?
What, you drinking? Need a buzz?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Did ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down

When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
Might get JFK’d, hope not I prayeth
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
Might get JFK’d, hope not, I prayeth
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Dre day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire
On prison time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat
Two page spread in the CLR
Or, I think it was for Wayne
Can’t remember springing for it, bring it on the plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Call Ca-lal-lane
She getting naked undercover’s for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream on how it feel to be in love?
What, you drunk? You need a bus?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
You don’t know, know, know, know, know, know
Know, know, know, know, know, know
(Rain come down)
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know
(Rain, rain, rain)
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know
Rain come down

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, so I think
Might get JFK’d up, if not I prayeth
If so, no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre day off
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Louisville Brown on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, so I think
Might get JFK’d up, if not I prayeth
If so, no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre day off
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Louisville Brown on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire
On prison time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat
Toothpaste spread in the CLR
Or, I think it was for Wayne
Can’t remember springing for it, bring it on the plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Call Ca-lal-lane
She getting naked undercover’s for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream on how it feel to be in love?
What you drunk? You need a bus?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

Future And The Weekend – Low Life lyrics

[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The weekend]
I turn the Ritz into a pole house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga rapping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got ‘Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starvingBitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah
[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
Ima fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?