Songtext zu STORM
[Verse 1:]
At the top or at the bottom, my heart, both are lonely (lonely)
blisters only an emotion, but it don't come free (free, but it don't come free)
cause I can't live without it
[Pre-Chorus:]
We some low lifes (low lifes)
we take casualties, unless tryna play both sides (both sides)
you already know where I'm from, so, I ain't gon throw signs (throw signs)
I've been outside with the dawgs like we can't go inside (inside, inside)
[Chorus:]
Give me a reason to light the bitch up
no hesitation, just trying your luck
2 wagon bed, just a big body truck
see through the lens, Cartier on me (yuh)
look at me now cause I'm popping my shit
I need the Coupe when I'm swerving the whip
Dickies all ripped when you look at the fit
shawty the baddest, no trying my bitch
got triple 4 tatted on my fucking ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you meant
fuck bout a bitch, I just care bout the M's
he talking down, now I'm reading my list
I slap a TEC on my motherfucking wrist
I heard you wet like a motherfucking lick
I do the talking, I'm popping my shit
hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my dick
[Bridge:]
Never say: "always done", then the message will say something (wooh)
I want everything you own, feel the storm is coming on
[Verse 2:]
Shit can get wicked and dirty, lil bitch
promise, we ain't from the burbies, lil bitch
I'm dealing dick, had to serve a lil bitch
plenty options, I could curve a lil bitch
sleep on a pillow right over the swiss
all I know, watch what you say when it flip
show you how colder this shit really gets
[Pre-Chorus:]
We some low lifes (low lifes)
we take casualties, unless tryna play both sides (both sides)
you already know where I'm from, so, I ain't gon throw signs (throw signs)
I've been outside with the dawgs like we can't go inside (inside, inside)
[Chorus:]
Give me a reason to light the bitch up
no hesitation, just trying your luck
2 wagon bed, just a big body truck
see through the lens, Cartier on me (yuh)
look at me now cause I'm popping my shit
I need the Coupe when I'm swerving the whip
Dickies all ripped when you look at the fit
shawty the baddest, no trying my bitch
got triple 4 tatted on my fucking ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you meant
fuck bout a bitch, I just care bout the M's
he talking down, now I'm reading my list
I slap a TEC on my motherfucking wrist
I heard you wet like a motherfucking lick
I do the talking, I'm popping my shit
hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my
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