Purple Rain

I count it day to day (Day)
Shit, let it rain and rain (Oh)
She gonna fade away (Ah)
My Baby, she screamin my name (Ah)
If u not Eight-o-eight you are lame (Lame)
Let that shit rain and rain (Rain)
I count it day to day (Yah, yah)
She dancin in purple rain

I don't fuck my mind up wit comments and sum shit (Huh?!)
Cause you can't really hold somebody back, that is the shit (Is the shit)
I got too many skills, and, ay, my outfit look to sicc (Ay, sicc)
I'm floatin on my wrist, and, ay, dis beat gon shoot u RIP (Yessir)

Who are you?
Who is me?
I know, that u can't be me
Play it once, play it twice
But you better take advice (Advice)
Cause I snack these rappers like an ice, ice, ice cream truck (Yee)
Me and my bitch, we have fun, one, two, three and run (Yea)

I count it day to day (Day)
Shit, let it rain and rain (Oh)
She gonna fade away (Ah)
My Baby, she screamin my name (Ah)
If u not Eight-o-eight u are lame (Lame)
Let that shit rain and rain (Rain)
I count it day to day (Yah, yah)
She dancin in purple rain

I stack it every day up, up, up, up (Up)
She gonna take the money-gun, run and run and run (Lit)
I pull up in my Benza, and my Bitch, she sunkissed (Let's go)
You hater gonna hate, but guess, who got the whole drip (Drip)

Let's drink sum coffee in the morning Baby
Yea, I'm ballin, seats in my coupe, they diamond navy (Diamond navy)
I got angry, when I really want it, but I show it
You cool me down, but not wit Chrome Hearts, na, in the Rari (What?!)

Pick up the phone (Pick up the)
Pick up the phone (Pick up the)
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I don't like, when you gone (Yah)
Sometimes my mind is faded (Oh, oh)
But then, the money gon make it (Oh)
It is YVNG BENJ, Baby (Yah)
It is the craziest Baby (Yah)

I count it day to day (Day)
Shit, let it rain and rain (Oh)
She gonna fade away (Baby)
My Baby, she screamin my name (Say my name)
If u not Eight-o-eight u are lame (Lame)
Let that shit rain and rain (Rain)
I count it day to day (Yah, yah)
She dancin in purple rain (I got the)

I stack it everyday up, up, up, up (Up)
She gonna take the money-gun, run and run and run (Lit)
I pull up in my Benza, and my Bitch, she sunkissed (Let's go)
You hater gonna hate, but guess, who got the whole drip

(Eight-o-eight, bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Poetzing
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