Lyrics Perfect Storm - Tsu Surf feat. Sy Ari Da Kid

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Perfect Storm
Tsu Surf
PERFECT STORM LYRICS
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[?]
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 even though you said you wouldn't
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[?]
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