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lirik lagu storm - twl

[intro]
(2.9)
huh huh
huh huh huh

[chorus]
huh huh
i can’t stress it lil b~tch (lil b~tch)
i got my diamonds from amsterdam
yeah, i can’t stress it lil b~tch (lil b~tch)
i stole your baby mama, you know i got it stealin’ your b~tch (lil b~tch)
i grab the guns, yeah, and then i go and hit a l!ck on yo’ b~tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she drop a 50 band, like some hoes on tmz
i just popped in the zone like, you hoes can’t even see me (huh)
i got broads in atlanta, you know that we drive a n~gga crazy (yeah, yeah)
sippin’ on the codeine, do a cup of promethazine

[verse]
n~gga can you see me (yeah)
future gotta believe me (yeah)
i’m in dallas making money
i spеnt a rack on some sunnies (sunnies)
i watch ovеr them n~ggas like they ain’t nothing, tryna steal from me (huh)
all my hoes don’t fit in my gle, they filled yeah, i fill them yeah (blatt, blatt)
(yeah, chop up the scope, huh)
i shoot them up with a motherf~ckin’ .9
(i shoot them up with a motherf~ckin’ .9)
i stay up and hang out with them fives
(i stay up and hang out with them fives)
they be like twl you be dangerous, i only hang out with the fire (blatt)
b~tch think that i’m scared?
yeah, huh, bih i’m the fire
yeah, chrome heart tops, cost like 10k for tee
we only wear designer, gucci, fendi, balenciaga jeans (bih)
i got a rick owens closet, overflowing with them vvs
i got issey miyake, y’ smell like buns, f~ck it, come and see me

do a drop on the dope, we smokin’ three lines
we runnin’ around, we smokin’ h5
yeah cook up the dope, we sippin’ bloodline
redrum some mo’, we k!llin’ tonight
bring diamonds and mo’, that lil b~tch a hoe
be gunnin’ their heads, we drop on their sh~t
and come up some more, cook up the dope we wear all white polos
spray on ’em hoes

uh, roll that boy, he ain’t nothing, come and get me (pew pew)
balenciaga boots, vetements and some ggs (bih, bih)
yeah, i’m sippin’ codeine
celine, b~tch pour up some lean
[bridge]
(yeah yeah yeah)
my drugs go galore
trippie redd, pepe lore (trippie redd, pepe lore)
i’m like ken carson, they go rage, ho’
gorecore

[verse 2]
huh, i can’t stress it lil b~tch
huh huh huh, you know i might steal yo’ b~tch
huh huh huh, i can’t stress it lil b~tch
huh, go around and hit a l!ck on yo’ b~tch (what?)

i’m out on the streets with n~ggas that still has their mum yellin’ “be careful!”
droppin’ sh~t on your bih, tell that lil’ boy, b~tch yous not helpful
we go chrome heart, light headed, feel the buzz, pockets filled with nickles
drop a toll like them other street n~ggas, we be stressin’, keep the streets cold
(huh huh huh huh huh)

[chorus]
huh huh
uh, i can’t stress it lil b~tch (lil b~tch)
i got my diamonds from amsterdam
yeah, i can’t stress it lil b~tch (lil b~tch)
i stole your baby mama, you know i got it stealin’ your b~tch (lil b~tch)
i grab the guns, yeah, and then i go and hit a l!ck on yo’ b~tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she drop a 50 band, like some hoes on tmz
i just popped in the zone like, you hoes can’t even see me (huh)
i got broads in atlanta, you know that we drive a n~gga crazy (yeah, yeah)
sippin’ on the codeine, do a cup of promethazine

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