| Been through it all
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| I’m talkin' storm, and rain
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| So many people put dirt on my name
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| I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
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| A lot of cowards use my name in vain
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| Peter Piper, Peter Piper pepper
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| They call me names
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| Ya’ll some fuckin' devils
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| I seek revenge, stackin' plenty cheddar
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| These cowards try to bring me down to get on my level
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| Now check tha weather
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| It’s a bad ass hurricane
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| They worried mane
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| These winds, they come and flourish mane
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| Bow!
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| Do ya dirty mane
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| Come and tear tha whole city up
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| Andrew, Katrina
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| Might call for ya people
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| But they ain’t come save ya like FEMA
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| You let ya words overload ya ass
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| You made a nigga mad
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| You thought prison would kill me
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| Just made another bag
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| Cold cash on yo hoe ass
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| Jewelhouse, my own swag
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| Top spot, I want that
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| 16, I own that nigga
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| Been it through it all
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| I’m talkin' storm, and rain
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| So many people put dirt on my name
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| I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
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| A lot of cowards use my name in vain
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| Ready, set, go
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| AK in tha car
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| I roll up, and smoke a nigga
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| No cigar
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| Carbon 15 tucked down in my jeans
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| Tha first nigga sneeze
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| I’m makin' him bleed
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| Tha King of BR
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| Tha Ratchet Ambassador
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| Tha choppa go blaka
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| Now you need a catheter
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| First shoot tha driver
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| Then kill all tha passengers
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| I took a loss
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| Bought some bricks, then I wrap 'em up
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| No carbon dueces
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| When killers come after ya
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| Disrespectful lil' bitch
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| Next time he call sayin' Hurricane name
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| Mane tell that nigga suck a dick
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| Sick of givin' pussies tha benefit of tha doubt
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| Need to go back to battin' 'em in tha mouth
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| Back to back in them Porches
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| No backin' down
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| Graduated killers
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| Fuck the cap and gown
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| Don’t be scared cuz a nigga back in town
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| You was runnin' round like you ran shit
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| Wit' a loud mouth
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| And a lack of respect
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| Nigga you gon' get yo ass kicked
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| Be a man
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| Tell me to my face
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| And give ya voice a lil' bass
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| Cuz I could really bring pressure
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| I just hope you can carry the weight
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| Let’s go!
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| Been it through it all
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| I’m talkin' storm, and rain
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| So many people put dirt on my name
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| I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
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| A lot of cowards use my name in vain
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane
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| This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
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| I hope they ready for this Hurricane |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurricane, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп