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This page contains the full lyrics of RAINING IN HOUSTON from $ome $exy $ongs 4 U (2025), including 1 section(s) and 48 lyric line(s).

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Alright, man

This what we gon' do

If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw

Ayy

Put your H's up now

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah

Friday night, I'm out with the guys

You already called me five times

Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe

Blue bubbles are blowing up my line

You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life

Your life

Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine

What's on your mind? (Your mind), your mind

Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'

Vaping while you're typin' on a mission

Maya Angelou, 07, shots of 42

Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different

All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)

All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)

Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)

It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again

All this time you've been around me

You don't spend a penny 'round me

Friends are extra friendly 'round me

If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah

Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah

Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M

Straight into Houston, we're not arguing again

Hop on 85, way past A&M

Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again

It's raining in Houston, my love

The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up

So why make it worse if you could pull up?

I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love

Rather spend my energy boosting you up

Gassing you up, these American guys

Are something different, they just talk looser than us

You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love

All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love

I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love

Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup

Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love

I know you always say it's just music, my love

But these guys would die to see me losing, my love

The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love

I can't see things getting much smoother, my love

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