lirik lagu santi (uk) - stormy days (remix)
[intro: santi]
alright, cool, f-ck it
listen
[verse 1: santi]
call big loonz like “yo, i need a feature
it’s just no doubt, in the booth, you’re a creature”
stress on my mind got me wanting to ride
f-ck that, i’m on the curb billing up my reefer
i ain’t got time for jail, that’s a myth
no time for the trap house, i bag it in my whip
working with the scales, now i’m waiting on the sale
handbrake turns on the corner, dodging six
smoking on the raw skin, looking out my window
say you’re onto me but how long has it been, though?
no cl-ss, i’m billing spinach on their ras
like good girls are myth so i’m f-cking with a bimbo
more money, i’ve gotta focus on the hustle
cuh my life’s been sticky, i was brought up in a struggle
say i ain’t official till i run up with the pistol
i ride for my team, i’m a dog with no muzzle
ex turned stranger and my friends turned foes
i used to make love, now it’s s-x with a hoe
giving me some head, and now it’s all up in her neck
then laugh in her face if she says go low
hotel rooms, you never been to my home
the flow’s crazy even when i go slow
bill up a zoobie with my gs, no rookies
take another toke while i’m dreaming ’bout my dough
you know about the team, man, i’m tryna keep it clean
girl, i’ll run up on your g and show him i don’t speak
in the whip with a jezzy, gotta rise up on my belly
yeah, we got semis so my eyes up on the beef
p-ss me the scissors cuh these ropes, i’ll cut
i ain’t tryna press triggers but these jokes ain’t us
clown, you don’t wanna see me frown
like yeah, i burn bridges cause it’s dough i love
[verse 2: aj tracey]
i start off with a shower then go and throw on the ‘manis
i used to wear a tag, now i’m scheming, them n-ggas carti
looking at a blondie, i brought her back from the party
tell her go and get her clothes on, i’m getting bored of her ‘nani
stepped out of my drum and my jordans are looking arty
on the road, you n-ggas be singing like you’re ashanti
real n-ggas waving off henney so f-ck bacardí
and disrespect my n-ggas, we’ll shoot it off like cavani
i’ve always got my eye on my paper, illuminati
in the scene, i wanna be mayor like giuliani
linking chicks, i switch from armani into cavalli
and never could you take me for work or i’m moving bossy
major in this ting, you could say that i’m moving sharky
my cousin’s n-gga martin be anti, we call him marty
lighty but i’m dark, they be calling a n-gga darkie
i tell ’em that they’re hard but in realness, i’m being sarky
pumpy in the duffel, spit fire, we call it sparky
everyone i know thinks i’m evil ‘cept for my auntie
free all of my n-ggas in bin and free marky
i’m out here tryna change for the better, how could you doubt me?
when them n-ggas bait lying then i outburst
before i cop a ‘rari, cop my mum a house first
you ain’t banging on my n-ggas cuh we shout first
i’mma keep the lane wet when the drought cursed
when i’m beating chicks, fam, i feel nothing
we ain’t playing poker but i know you’re still bluffing
get your partner ironed out when the dam’s still touching
that p-ssy never snaked, then i would’ve still buss him
i’m smelling like currency and cannabis
i don’t smoke but ask the pot has kenny handled this?
you talk about a burner, you some blade n-ggas
i ain’t flying squad but for the crop, i’ll raid n-ggas
they say my flow’s two effed like my fendi belt
and i’mma do it on my own, i don’t need your help
my last b-tch used to buck me when she’s dizzled up
had to let her go cause really, i don’t give a f-ck
soon i’m amsterdam dough and buy the finest links
fly out to miami, sip the finest drinks
but for now, i’m tryna hustle and collide with bits
i can’t seem to find my way, but i’m trying quick
and i’m from grove in the west zone
but i ain’t banging no gangs, i just rep home
my big bro on the roads with the big chrome
try and violate the ting, you can get your wig domed
we mash ps, i ain’t hearing no excuses
the way i beat tracks, donnies think i’m abusive
you g-ssing up the game, you’re polluting
talking ’bout the burners but you’ve never done a shooting
white gyal, big breast, got a hooting
i’ll get you ‘napped for the price of louboutins
yeah, and my kick game stupid
don’t love a hoe, i’ll put a bullet inna cupid
i said i’m back on my grind now
back from the dead, n-gga had to take a time out
skinny n-gga, on my own, riding with the nike pouch
flex hard, if you see me, don, it’s lights out
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