| I need to talk to Mike Laury
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| Hello?
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| This is Mike Laury
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| Dubba-AA flex
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| This Is The Sound
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| Through the night when it be stormin'
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| Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
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| Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
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| Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it
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| Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
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| Flexin' on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
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| Ain’t no goin' back, you know I’m gon' keep it comin'
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| Ain’t no time to waste, a nigga play, we gon' burn him, yeah
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| Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
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| I got black and white bitches knockin' at my door though
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| I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
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| I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
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| Remember me and Three we used to ride up in a stolo
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| Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
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| Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
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| I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
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| Late at night, I used to sneak out my grandfather window (No cap)
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| And I was coolin' on a flight, and I was hittin' them licks though
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| Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
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| Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though
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| (slatt)
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| Through the night when it be stormin'
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| Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
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| Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
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| Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it
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| Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
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| Flexin' on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
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| Ain’t no goin' back, you know I’m gon' keep it comin'
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| Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon' burn him
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| Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock When I’m up in a Yo' though
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| Plus my PO and the Police knockin' at my door though
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| I get creative on the track just like a blunt of dope though
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| I told Nini I’m comin' back, she think I’m with a hoe though
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| Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
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| Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
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| Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck
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| You know how I’ll pop 'em, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime)
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| Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
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| Flexin' on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
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| Ain’t no goin' back, you know I’m gon' keep it comin'
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| Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon' burn him, yeah
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| Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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| I told that boy I’m slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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| I told that boy he not gon' take my sack, yeah
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| And if he play, I swear I’m goin' hard back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Through the Storm , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Until Death Call My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп