Lyrics Lil Bich - ZEKIEL

I make it rain, lil bich
You the same, lil bich
Looking rough, you ain't touch
What's your name, lil bich?
Say you game for this shit
This ain't a game, lil bich
Say you great, but you fake
And you ain't really shit

Yo I'm moving out of Sydney, heading back to river city
Need to get my shit together 'cause I'm losing it like Britney
If an eshays tried to jump me for my wallet and a fifty
I had homies rolling with me so them dogs could never get me
From that new generation, I been loving this come up
I ain't embarrassed by nothing, I'm never under these covers
I keep it cracking like pepper and now it's tearing my tongue up
I'm feeling hotter than Australia in the middle of Summer

Shit I got beef with some people who were adults in 2000
I was only four,
Living in that government housing
Imma write away,
Working hard getting out it
So fuck the boomers,
Your opinion will not buy me no houses
But keep your lady by your side
Or I'll be doing you dirty (real dirty)
She really nice,
But she drunk and she flirting
I'm not staying any longer,
Leave this club at 1:30
It ain't my fault we get along,
She think I'm cute 'cause I'm nerdy

I make it rain, lil bich
You the same, lil bich
Looking rough, you ain't touch
What's your name, lil bich?
Say you game for this shit
This ain't a game, lil bich
Say you great, but you fake
And you ain't really shit

I just eatsswa my pizza, pepperoni hot
They don't even like it spicy, they just wanting what I got
Claiming tough, that's a crock, say they buff like the rock
I'm just puffing while discussing,
Now I'm saying what the fuck?
In the back with the rack, Ned and Jack making stacks
When I rap, man it slaps, 'cause I'm only spitting facts
Make a bet, red or black, gold or plat on the plaque
When I snap, man I'm gonna put my city on the map

You ain't cripping, you tripping,
So don't act like you different
Oh just tell me you're kidding,
This ain't the way that you're living
Bich you ain't reading no bible,
So how you quoting them verses
While selling drugs
And telling lies about some people you've murdered
Yeah you've got some ink on the surface
But I'm not judging by looks
Your vocabulary's average,
Imma bring you some books
Instead of frying yourself,
I know some things you can cook
But you gon lie to yourself
And say you come from the hood

I make it rain, lil bich
You the same, lil bich
Looking rough, you ain't touch
What's your name, lil bich?
Say you game for this shit
This ain't a game, lil bich
Say you great, but you fake
And you ain't really shit

(Lil bich, lil bich, lil bich, lil bich)