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Storm "Thunder"

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West Coast Rap

Storm "Thunder" was released on June 15, 2026 by Knowmads as a part of the album Storm "Thunder" - Single

Song Details

AlbumStorm "Thunder" - Single

Release DateJune 15, 2026

LabelKnowmads

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

KnowMads

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Thomas Sullivan Pepe

Thomas Sullivan Pepe

Composer

Thomas Scott Wilson

Thomas Scott Wilson

Composer

Lyrics

Well, well, well

It's funny seeing you back in town before sundown

We gon' take ten paces and draw

I just want you to know

I feel a storm a-brewin'

We ridin' in the rain

I ain't gon' hold you, baby

I'ma let you do your thing

I been with plenty women

They all told me the same

You think that you's a player

Guess I just got too much game

Tank full of diesel for the marathon

Ain't no extra room in this carry-on

Off the juice like I'm Barry Bonds

Up for days, run away with my cherry bombs

Pop up in this bitch like I'm Eric Andre

Busty broad lookin' like she married Kanye

Damn, I bet you had a long day too

Finna debut the longe for the rendezvous

Old girl hit me, she was on the case too

I was out in Medellín with Wilson, Juan, and Jesús

Whole crew gone off that Bombay blue

Gin and juice, feel like Snoop back in 1992

One, two, three and to the four

Where this gonna go? Baby, nobody knows

But my game ice cold, bitch, a hundred below

So before I let you go

I just want you to know

I feel a storm a-brewin'

We ridin' in the rain

I ain't gon' hold you, baby

I'ma let you do your thing

I been with plenty women

They all told me the same

You think that you's a player

Guess I just got too much game

Brodie had a chick on his arm

I was mindin' my business, driftin' along

When she stopped and she pointed

"Hey, it's him from the song"

Approach at your own risk, mister, be warned

'Cause we all ain't grant the same gifts when we born

Ain't no mystery that she wan' drip in the storm

If I give her that work, then you history, dawg

With a kiss and his charm

Hit the rift, then I'm gone

Bet she fit in my paws, real big dogs

Yeah, my name's Wilson, quit callin' me Tom

Met this young hot blonde like Veronica Vaughn

With a ass so fat it could swallow a thong

Shimmy shimmy, y'all, don't get lost in the sauce

Watch her jaw droppin' when I'm droppin' my drawers

I just want you to know

I feel a storm a-brewin'

We ridin' in the rain

I ain't gon' hold you, baby

I'ma let you do your thing

I been with plenty women

They all told me the same

You think that you's a player

Guess I just got too much game

You know, they say I'm a little too old to be pimpin'

But I'm also a little too young to die

So I'm just gon' keep on playin'

Bust in the room like the Kool-Aid Man

Said, "Aw yeah, excuse me, ma'am"

Starin' like Medusa, she my juju jam

Kamasutra, all the cougars know who I am

'Cause she a little older, still divin' that ass, yeah

Forty plus, call it time and a half

Her husband keep callin', I just smile and laugh

Press ignore and wait till she butt dial him back, ooh

Bad little Betty outta wedlock

Ooh, yabba dabba doo when the bedrock

Still that booty brand new, deadstock

And up top, two midgets in a headlock

Wide load, fee-fi to the foe

One thing before I go

I just want you to know

I feel a storm a-brewin'

We ridin' in the rain

I ain't gon' hold you, baby

I'ma let you do your thing

I been with plenty women

They all told me the same

You think that you's a player

Guess I just got too much game

Gee whiz, baby its a cold game

My darling, we burning like an old flame

Gee whiz, baby its a cold game

My darling, we burning like an old flame

Gee whiz

Written by: Thomas Scott Wilson, Thomas Sullivan Pepe

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