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rainysunny - johnny 215 lyrics

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(verse 1)
it’s rainy outside
it’s not sunny
gotta get the racks right now
gotta get money

n*ggas be hatin
even your homie
bad ass b*tch wanna f*ck
on me

i spend all them bands, run it up over again
i can’t hang with these n*ggas at all, they not mans
might pour up wock cause i got a cough, imma feel like kan
most of these n*ggas d*ckeaters, yea they be the fans

i don’t know what to do
can’t hang with you
you a opp, you a opp
run up on me
boom boom

yea i be f*ckin that b*tch in the room
all of my n*ggas, you know that they goons
.40s gon pop n*ggas like balloons
.40s gon clear the whole f*ckin room
yea i got my nina
yea that’s my lil baby
she goin crazy
and she better than .380s

she said, “johnny, do you want me?”
i said, “i don’t know, maybe”
they said, “can you f*ckin slide?”
i said, “i don’t know, i’m lazy”

(bridge)
yea ohh
oh
oh
oh
yea
yea
yea
yea
yeaaaa ohhhh

(verse 2)
i count that dough, that sh*t in my hand
f*ckin that b*tch, she was a fan
f*ckin that b*tch, pass to my friend
f*ck that sh*t, free swerv out the can
i’m on my grind, that’s the reason they mad
walk in the store and i’m poppin the tag
i’m too busy chasin motherf*ckin bags
i f*cked on your b*tch cause she sat on my lap

yea ohh, i don’t give a f*ck
i just wanna get them bucks
i’m tryna pull up, bentley truck
get them racks, it’s a must

f*ck ya hoe (f*ck ya hoe)
f*ck ya mom (f*ck ya mom)
f*ck ya hoe (f*ck ya hoe)
f*ck ya mom (f*ck ya mom)
f*ck ya hoe (f*ck ya thot)
f*ck ya mom (f*ck ya thot)
f*ck ya hoe (f*ck ya thot)
f*ck ya mom (f*ck ya mom)

- johnny 215 lyrics

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