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Storms
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Storms was released on June 30, 2022 by Wavy Regg as a part of the album It's Complicated
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Release DateJune 30, 2022
LabelWavy Regg
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Mcneil
Reginald Mcneil
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wavy
Damn damn damn
Damn damn damn
All the fuck shit going on
Like I can't tell right from wrong
Sunny days I still see storms
Check murder ink page every morn
Depressed ass bitch all on my line saying she wish she was never born
I'm a good listener shorty but I don't wanna hear that shit no more
Don't talk to me talk to the Lord
I had to buy a pistol the other day I'm too paranoid
I ain't even wan go outside my **** just wanna stay in and record
I ain't even wan step out with my shorty but she keep saying she bored
Go with the flow lately a lot of shit been feeling forced
I'm married to the wave baby I ain't ready to get a divorce
Kill em off don't feel no remorse
Drive the Honda like a Porsche
Pop my shit like a cork
She got that brain shorty a dork
Yea I eat pussy but I don't eat pork
I'm on the run like I ain't go to court
She make me feel like I'm at a resort
She love my music she always support
You was my baby but I had to abort
You must be high what the fuck did you snort?
My money long but my temper is short
I know young **** who ready for war
Itching to steal a car or kick a door
Clean out ya crib like they doing chores
I got a lil some but I want some more
Metro, these new J's they retro
On her period she give neck though
She eat it up till it explode
I'm all in her mouth like strep throat
It ain't all that but she do her best though
She tryna cuff me I'm under arrest hoe
I was losing weight from all that stress bro
I keep thinking bout death, never know what's gon be next yo
I get that weight but I ain't gotta flex though
Don't call my phone just shoot me a text hoe
I'm a hot **** but I still won't sweat hoes
Took a **** shit sold his shit on LetGo
When ever we leave the crib we hoping to make it back
You ain't gotta be doing shit for **** be at ya neck
You better have on ya Nike's lil **** can get checked
**** jumped up in that water forgot he was gon get wet
Said fuck my liver in college drinking like a alcoholic
Damn, I used to keep them empty bottles in my closet
She told me that I got her heart but I lost it
This for my **** that's tapped in drinking out the faucet
This for them bitches that's focusing on they boss shit
This for them youngins that's bout it and don't gotta talk shit
It be them times when I really don't feel like talking
She don't eat meat but she keep her mouth on my sausage
Ima take off no offset
If it look like a duck then what Ima call that?
If I don't answer, bitch do not call back
I tried to romance her but I had to fall back
I ain't play baseball since a young **** but my blunt look like a ball bat
She got a pretty ass lil face but her body ain't really all that
I had to put that bitch in her place she got out of line and I ain't with all that
Wanted to slap the bitch in her face she came at me wrong, am I in the wrong man?
Had to cut the grass to see the snakes I'm in the field call me the lawn man
My bitch said we need to talk I knew what it was so I was like aw man
All the fuck shit going on
Like I can't tell right from wrong
Sunny days I still see storms
Check murder ink page every morn
Depressed ass bitch all on my line saying she wish she was never born
I'm a good listener shorty but I don't wanna hear that shit no more
Don't talk to me talk to the Lord
Written by: Reginald Mcneil
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