Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiet Storm, artist - Mr.TacDate of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Quiet Storm |
| So I been told I’m the hottest in New York |
| Believe that ma'? |
| Yeah, nigga what you thought |
| And I ain’t even signed, yet |
| And Flex said 'where you been hiding at?' |
| Never hidden, all the shit that I’m spittin' been invented |
| Songs been written |
| Shows been did it |
| The booth been in it |
| Damn I feel offended |
| And now I’m known from the Atlantic to the Pacific |
| This is just me, I ain’t tryna be different |
| That’s the problem with the game, everybody something they isn’t |
| My goal is the business, fuck seven digits |
| I’m just tryna do, what my brother didn’t, I love you nigga |
| The pain deep, I can feel it in my stomach nigga |
| That’s the pain and the hunger nigga |
| I’m from the jungle, to feel success you gotta struggle |
| To get where I’m at I had to hustle, that’s why I’m humble |
| I had to cry, I had to hurt, I was at my worst |
| Mama wondered why I never liked to wear a skirt |
| Or wear a purse, I tried to be girly once |
| But fortunately it didn’t work |
| I’m coming up something like a hiccup burp |
| You running up, see that’s gon' get you hit and murked |
| You tryna fuck cause I can see me in the skirt |
| Double cup sippin' on the Henny, blowing purp |
| Ring ring the labels calling, so let’s see what the labels talking |
| You tryna get the fortune, we tryna build a corporate |
| Then incorporate the fortune |
| If ain’t what we talking, then it ain’t important |
| I’m out your office, I’m off this |
| In other words don’t buy it if you can’t afford it |
| I keep telling these niggas I got a old soul |
| Squad dressed in all red like a cold nose |
| It’s Redlyfe, yeah the bros and the hoes know |
| Redbone pussy looking like rose gold |
| Then I make her turn around like a closed road |
| Tell her lean that body over like a old rose |
| Watch looking like something out of cold stones |
| Gold plated, white diamonds yeah them cold stones |
| Froze bites in my chains like cold toes |
| Ice box for a heart, I got a cold soul |
| So tell them guys, don’t fuck with me |
| I’m here now mothafucka now you stuck with me |
| My goons stay with the metal like a cutlery |
| We sucker free, you a wannabe, you under me |
| This rap shit, this is fun to me |
| That show money ain’t enough to me |
| You rap guys y’all lunch to me |
| These thot hoes just a fuck to me |
| Just a mhm in a nut to me |