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storm
Hip-Hop/Rap
storm was released on December 12, 2025 by COUNT MUN as a part of the album animals
album cover
Albumanimals
Release DateDecember 12, 2025
LabelCOUNT MUN
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Jahique Khalil Perdue
Producer

Lyrics

Uhh
Okay cool
Here we go
Here we go, here we go
**** I'm serving that soap
I'm a clean ass **** from head to toe
Fuck about clothes, **** I wear what I want
Fuck 'bout a hater, I roll like a blunt
I can tell **** you ain't never been punched
I ain't eat lunch
**** I fast everyday
Life is so damn amazing
I'm steady gazing
I got sick of being patient
Now **** I just wanna make it
Fuck 'bout making it
I just wanna get out the matrix
This is a simulation, like I fainted
I got family that's Freemason
Nappy headed Jamaican
Life is what you make it
I'm doing whatever it take ****, uh
I got my fucking mask on, it's fouram and I'm fucking tweaking
I don't give a fuck about that bitch, I'm straight on that hoe, I want green like a vegan
I just want mother fucking pieces
**** I'm hitting these pieces
Sacrifice your life like Jesus
You a rat ****, **** you weasel
**** get the fuck off my penis
**** I'm out of my mind
I took your bitch out to fucking Five Guys
Your hoe is fucking five guys
Tinted black coupe with five guys
Hop out that bitch and I fry him
You a cap ass lil ****, you a liar
I'm a young lord I'm a sire
**** I came from mother fucking royalty
Most of these hoes annoying ****
You talk to much, you annoying ****
**** you act like a cop
Bitch you as dumb as a rock
I'm finna fuck on this thot
I don't give a fuck about no clock
All I do is watch the clock
Fuck around you gon' get clocked
I really stood on that block
Ankle weights on, 'cause crack in my sock
**** this all apart of the plot
Watch how these **** be moving, that plot
I took your bitch out the shop
She set you up, she tell you come shop
Don't go nowhere without my Glock
Lemon squeeze on me, I pour in a cup
I don't give a fuck about no blunt
**** I'm a high as fuck, **** I can't feel nothing
I'm serving that bass, type of shit that have you pacing
I'm in the trap, I'm in the vacant
I don't wanna say shit
Fuck of that fake shit
Tie that hoe up in the basement for saying shit
You just saying shit
You ain't gon' do shit, I already know, you a hoe
How dare you come in my face about a hoe, **** get blowed
She showed me her pussy hole
Tell that lil hoe, she going
These **** frozen, these bitches choosing
I'm taking the ups and downs with everything, so I'm not losing
Through the whole storm ****
I watched the thunder and lighting light up the whole fucking sky
I got that fye, pull that bitch out and it lift up your eyes
**** you not that guy
Who the fuck you tryna scare? Boy you fried
Fuck the lil hoe all night, fuck the hoe 'til she crying
I just want mother fucking money
Mun, money, hunnits
Written by: Jahique Khalil Perdue
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