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storm - twl كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(2.9)
huh huh
huh huh huh

[chorus]
huh huh
i can’t stress it lil b_tch (lil b_tch)
i got my diamonds from amsterdam
yeah, i can’t stress it lil b_tch (lil b_tch)
i stole your baby mama, you know i got it stealin’ your b_tch (lil b_tch)
i grab the guns, yeah, and then i go and hit a l!ck on yo’ b_tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she drop a 50 band, like some hoes on tmz
i just popped in the zone like, you hoes can’t even see me (huh)
i got broads in atlanta, you know that we drive a n_gga crazy (yeah, yeah)
sippin’ on the codeine, do a cup of promethazine

[verse]
n_gga can you see me (yeah)
future gotta believe me (yeah)
i’m in dallas making money
i spеnt a rack on some sunnies (sunnies)
i watch ovеr them n_ggas like they ain’t nothing, tryna steal from me (huh)
all my hoes don’t fit in my gle, they filled yeah, i fill them yeah (blatt, blatt)
(yeah, chop up the scope, huh)
i shoot them up with a motherf_ckin’ .9
(i shoot them up with a motherf_ckin’ .9)
i stay up and hang out with them fives
(i stay up and hang out with them fives)
they be like twl you be dangerous, i only hang out with the fire (blatt)
b_tch think that i’m scared?
yeah, huh, bih i’m the fire
yeah, chrome heart tops, cost like 10k for tee
we only wear designer, gucci, fendi, balenciaga jeans (bih)
i got a rick owens closet, overflowing with them vvs
i got issey miyake, y’ smell like buns, f_ck it, come and see me

do a drop on the dope, we smokin’ three lines
we runnin’ around, we smokin’ h5
yeah cook up the dope, we sippin’ bloodline
redrum some mo’, we k!llin’ tonight
bring diamonds and mo’, that lil b_tch a hoe
be gunnin’ their heads, we drop on their sh_t
and come up some more, cook up the dope we wear all white polos
spray on ’em hoes

uh, roll that boy, he ain’t nothing, come and get me (pew pew)
balenciaga boots, vetements and some ggs (bih, bih)
yeah, i’m sippin’ codeine
celine, b_tch pour up some lean
[bridge]
(yeah yeah yeah)
my drugs go galore
trippie redd, pepe lore (trippie redd, pepe lore)
i’m like ken carson, they go rage, ho’
gorecore

[verse 2]
huh, i can’t stress it lil b_tch
huh huh huh, you know i might steal yo’ b_tch
huh huh huh, i can’t stress it lil b_tch
huh, go around and hit a l!ck on yo’ b_tch (what?)

i’m out on the streets with n_ggas that still has their mum yellin’ “be careful!”
droppin’ sh_t on your bih, tell that lil’ boy, b_tch yous not helpful
we go chrome heart, light headed, feel the buzz, pockets filled with nickles
drop a toll like them other street n_ggas, we be stressin’, keep the streets cold
(huh huh huh huh huh)

[chorus]
huh huh
uh, i can’t stress it lil b_tch (lil b_tch)
i got my diamonds from amsterdam
yeah, i can’t stress it lil b_tch (lil b_tch)
i stole your baby mama, you know i got it stealin’ your b_tch (lil b_tch)
i grab the guns, yeah, and then i go and hit a l!ck on yo’ b_tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she drop a 50 band, like some hoes on tmz
i just popped in the zone like, you hoes can’t even see me (huh)
i got broads in atlanta, you know that we drive a n_gga crazy (yeah, yeah)
sippin’ on the codeine, do a cup of promethazine

- storm

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