Artist: Waka Flocka Flame Album: From Roaches to Rollies (Mixtape) Song: Rainy Dayz Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] I look like him, I talk like him I dress like him, I smoke like him Drive cars like him, fuck ho's like him Fuck nigga's don't really like him Ball hard, rock ice like him Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him Boosy nigga, you ain't hood like him Bad bitches, I one night em' My Yacht Master is iced out Play with me, then it's lights out Bad bitch pull the pipe out Bend over with that pussy out My side bitch, she Persian Pussy tight, like a virgin Hair long [] eyes curvin' When we hit the mall, we splurgin' Pulled off I'm spuring 5 star like Birdman Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I'm ballin, Julius Erving Bad Cadillac's and Suburbans, black Cadillac's and Suburbans Through traffic they swervin' Black tints and lerkin' [Chorus] No clouds, but I bring lightening I'm just like him, that's why the crowd like him Yeah that style, screamin by yourself Phantom Ghost, frightening You need to call a psychic This sniper rifle shoot so long If you ain't dead, nigga hold on This molly juice got me so gone You say you're right, but you're so wrong Just like him, I wanted to be, but that was so long Shots fired, man down (Paramedics said) Hold on [Verse 2: Waka Flocka] I got albums like him, got hits like him I'm a boss like him, rock shows like him Critics hate him, but the fans like him Broke ho's don't really like him Open doors like him, build labels like him Sign an artist like him, got sponsers like him Own a clothing line, Own a liquor store with no liquor license Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license Off the brain, I ain't even writin' Just like him, I'm street like him Sleep on me, I'm a good-night him No need for fightin' Expedite him, send him on his way [] call me Larry Day This, you gonna need a couple mil to look like this OG [] drinkin' Don P and Cris Snakes in the grass, I done made it through the mist You ain't talkin' money nigga it's irrelevant Kush is my scent, and my bitch elogant Swag arrogant, flow heaven sent Fuck you [] cause I did what I meant Don't worry bout bills, don't worry bout when Got wrist so swag, I [] I made you nigga's, no offense [Chorus]