Rainman
I get loaded (Yuh-Yuh)
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
I get loaded (Yuh-Yuh)
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
I ain't the guy fucking ya cypher on ya pilot vibes
I'm the private flight type, stuck up, telling finer lies
I put racks on it, see I'm gifted by design
Bitches think they had these niggas poppin', never seen the size of mine (Nah)
Coca-cola on her order, no soda
Nothing colder, lick it like a Ola, slow boner
Fornicate with hoes, um, aquire guap
These some pretty solid flows, call them bitches iron bops
I get loaded (Yuh-Yuh)
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
I get loaded (Yuh-Yuh)
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
I ain't the guy fucking ya cypher on ya pilot vibes
I'm the private flight type, stuck up, telling finer lies
I put racks on it, see I'm gifted by design
Bitches think they had these niggas poppin', never seen the size of mine (Nah)
Coca-cola on her order, no soda
Nothing colder, lick it like a Ola, slow boner
Fornicate with hoes, um, aquire guap
These some pretty solid flows, call them bitches iron bops
I get loaded (Yuh-Yuh)
I get funky (Uh)
Strap yo hoe in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get bumpy (Uh)
If I get flown in (Yuh-Yuh)
It might get muddy (Uh)
Do a rain dance (Bitch)
Like you love me (Huh)
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Say my name
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Again
Rainman
Credits
Writer(s): Mvula Dyantyi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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