Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Perfect Storm , by - Tsu SurfRelease date: 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 |