Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Storm, artist - Tsu Surf
Date of issue: 22.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Perfect Storm |
Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em |
Slow motion, ay, game winner |
My niggas, A1, they won’t change on me |
Another night, another mission mobbin, this kush hittin', drivin' |
Me and these niggas ain’t got shit in common |
Bigger problems, heavy ass bags buncha' shit inside 'em |
Dreamin' bout a Lam, woke up ain’t even get to drive it, fish tail |
Pulled up in some pussy, Missed a brick sale |
I just had a quarter and a dream, nigga wished well |
Head from a thick girl, manicure and tip nails |
Baby hairs, stink uber, that’s the reason baby here |
This rap shit make it harder to sleep |
We done fuckin', think she stayin', why she fallin' alseep |
L.A., Atlanta, Home, Houston, do it all in a week |
Big cars and soft leather, bitches fall in the seats |
We don’t vacation much, my niggas all in the streets |
Phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef |
See we don’t vacation much, my niggas all in the streets |
These phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef |
Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em |
Slow motion, cash money, came winning |
My niggas, 100, they won’t change on me |
I already know who we better than |
It be knocking like David Letterman |
You are now looking at a veteran |
Papa said if you play then you better win |
Ay, hell nah we ain’t settling |
I can see the storm coming like a weatherman |
Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young nigga dead again |
So what’s the difference between fucking and friends |
And in a relationship, but not really saying shit |
About how you hate the shit, the comfy complacent shit |
Don’t work, but you make the shit, just stop drop roll |
It’s 'bout safety, shit I don’t really wanna make you hate me |
But lately these niggas coming crazy, bitches tryna taste me |
Know it seem good, cause when we fuckin' everything good |
It’s fucked up, but I mean good, grinding 'til the team good |
This paper chase got a nigga wired |
Kush from the west, shit hittin' fire |
I say I trap and you say I’m a liar |
Proceed what happened with cool and keeping it low key |
What happened with cool and keeping it low key |
Another young nigga dead again |
I’m in the car getting head again |
Was dark skin, now she red again |
Really these pills be the medicine |
And these ain’t no excedrin |
Roll the dice bet again |
Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em |
Slow motion, cash money, came winning |
My niggas, 100, they won’t change on me |
I already know who we better than |
It be knocking like David Letterman |
You are now looking at a veteran |
Papa said if you play then you better win |
Ay, hell nah we ain’t settling |
I can see the storm coming like a weatherman |
Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young nigga dead again |