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black caesar - hurricane lyrics

hurricane

yea, yea
you know i mean
i don’t even think they ready for some sh-t like this man but f-ck it ima hit em with it you know

the only l a n-gga ever took
was a b-l-u-n-t
so many b-tches on a n-gga’s d-ck
it got me feeling like a
p-i-m-p
i got her taking pics paparazzi
i k!ll the p-ssy like a n-z-
i’m shining bright check the rocks g
i’m in it for the long nights b
i rock the stage like a hurricane
and get the crowd waving like a palm tree (ay)
b-tches wanna have a baby cuz
they heard a brother packing like a donkey (whoa)
these record labels wanna sign a n-gga
so i’m going hard for the money
these player haters getting mad
cuz they heard they bee was giving out honey
still underground with a major sound
crashing every beat like a dummy
i’m on the grind til i d-i-e
so you know i’m never looking bummy
i’m always strapped i gotta watch
my back in case these n-ggas start acting funny
when the money come watch her drop low
and get her p-ssy wet like tsunami’s

they be like watch how he switch it up (whoa)
he just be flowing ridiculous (whoa)
how does he do it how does he work
that n-gga just k!lled it like d-mn that sh-t hurt
this n-ggas berserk his style is a jerk
i heard he got loud, i got me sum purp
that n-gga connected he on with the work
i heard he got b-tches and all of em twerk
making em dance bring me them bands
in case you ain’t know it look b-tch i’m the man
f-ck is you saying why is you playing
gimme that p-ssy like donald be saying
i’m in demand each verse is a grand
she f-ck with migos and i f-ck with fans
from china america even j-pan
in case you ain’t know it i’m after the bands
man

hurricane (scratches)

the only l a n-gga ever took had some
l-o-u-d in it
now i’m feeling super good watch her grip the wood and suck the n-u-t in it
got me feeling like i’m finna p-ss out
shawty bad as h-ll with her -ss out
i might snort a line and eat her -ss out
i got em lining up at the trap house
tell me what you want
i gotta bag it up
she said she wanna f-ck
i make her back it up
my n-ggas down the street
don’t make em f-ck you up
you know i bring the heat
don’t let it burn you up
you know i’m on the move
i gotta hustle hard
i need a half a mill
for that foreign car
my b-tch bad
like a p-rn star
and yo b-tch trash
like a gladbag
my pants sag
cuz my d-ck low
don’t make me
shoot a n-gga
like a free throw
yeah i make noise
when i come through
and yo girl love when
i c-m too
ima bad boy like
i’m mike lowry
you boys mad
cuz y’all got married
i’m still pimpin
like a bachelor
steady flippin b-tches
like a spatula

they be like watch how he switch it up
he just be flowing ridiculous (whoa)
how does he do it how does he work
that n-gga just k!lled it like d-mn that sh-t hurt
this n-ggas berserk his style is a jerk
i heard he got loud, i got me sum purp
that n-gga connected he on with the work
i heard he got b-tches and all of em twerk
making em dance bring me them bands
in case you ain’t know look b-tch i’m the man
f-ck is you saying why is you playing
gimme that p-ssy like donald be saying
i’m in demand each verse is a grand
she f-ck with migos and i f-ck with fans
from china america even j-pan
in case you ain’t know it i’m after the bands
man

hurricane (scratches)

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