Well, I just wrote this taking a few verses out from Motivation when I got stuck on the rhymes, I'd like you guys to rate it tho idk if it's even fine but here you go.
Uh, make it rain
Imma turn that into rainforest
rain on my head call that brainstorming
Bitch I'm forecasting
Girl we’re done with castings
Get off that costume
I run the whole shit, Goody Allen
Louis V costumse like I’m starring
I knock em like Rocky, you just sparrying
Knock em all down, bitches? Take all of em
Fucked her n her friend,
so drunk like it was her again
Been spreading it like pollen
End of the night I’m dryer sand
Living life like a benz, always rolling the fast lane
This a celebration bitch, pop’ the champagne
Uh, life’s playing roughly
I’m just recklessly standing, stunting
Hands down to my lord, King Martin
Extraterrestrial bow, hail to Marvin
And if you still ballin’ better stop bothering
We taking over, Dj Khalled’ing
Wind blowing my face reminds me of the creation
She likes to show off like wild lecture
Leaves me flying weird like a pidgeon
I swear she turns me on with any expression
She’s all about winning tho she’s whinning
I promise she’s my motivation
Like I’m the party and she’s my Baccardi
After her I feel winning, blowing cigars like Vince Lombardi
She drives me crazy when I let her take a ride
She plays the dog but she doesn’t ever bite
Girl you got me flying higher than a kite
Oh and if you're asking about the Marvin thing, that's my name.
Uh, make it rain
Imma turn that into rainforest
rain on my head call that brainstorming
Bitch I'm forecasting
Girl we’re done with castings
Get off that costume
I run the whole shit, Goody Allen
Louis V costumse like I’m starring
I knock em like Rocky, you just sparrying
Knock em all down, bitches? Take all of em
Fucked her n her friend,
so drunk like it was her again
Been spreading it like pollen
End of the night I’m dryer sand
Living life like a benz, always rolling the fast lane
This a celebration bitch, pop’ the champagne
Uh, life’s playing roughly
I’m just recklessly standing, stunting
Hands down to my lord, King Martin
Extraterrestrial bow, hail to Marvin
And if you still ballin’ better stop bothering
We taking over, Dj Khalled’ing
Wind blowing my face reminds me of the creation
She likes to show off like wild lecture
Leaves me flying weird like a pidgeon
I swear she turns me on with any expression
She’s all about winning tho she’s whinning
I promise she’s my motivation
Like I’m the party and she’s my Baccardi
After her I feel winning, blowing cigars like Vince Lombardi
She drives me crazy when I let her take a ride
She plays the dog but she doesn’t ever bite
Girl you got me flying higher than a kite
Oh and if you're asking about the Marvin thing, that's my name.
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