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kiu - quiet storm (freestyle) lyrics

yo
with the pen i’m mo betta
you lookin’ for a beef, i’m just lookin’ for more chedda
i’m busy in these streets like traffic in bad weather
i can’t see or hear the hate that you give me i’m helen keller
uh
since a youngin i been dreamin’ bout a coupe
but reality it hit me from the leaks in the roof
if i ain’t with ya honey then i bees in the booth
you a lame and the game really need me this the proof
uh
my brother in these streets he the truth
he got that street sweeper knock a n-gg- off his stoop
left him well done now that n-gg- sippin’ soup
he was sh-ttin’ on his n-gg-s now he bleedin’ in his coupe
uh
we workin’ in groups until we all rich
when it comes to the money i just make it like mitch
you sent them shots to my body but sh-t they all missed
i be stephen curry i’ll shoot em until they all hit (it’s the real)
if they forget it we get the club lit
this sh-t is (hip hop) on some thug sh-t
i’m only with the real and the thugs b-tch smokin’ og on some california love sh-t
(the real)
made my best dollar makin’ drugs flip (facts)
i’m 100 in these streets on some pun sh-t
your boy gettin’ rowdy we came to run sh-t
(that n-gg- soft)
and i’m tryna to get these ones lit
that n-gg- talk more than a b-tch, he should say less
i be stephen a with the smith, you skip bayless
i be young thuggin’ your b-tch, now you bae less
i be coppin’ more than a zip , that’s why i payless
i wear my polo robe to the strip, that boy stay fresh
get booked you know i’m pleadin’ the fifth, f-ck what they say next
i’m the best out we takin’ all bets got me lookin’ like money may vs marquez
i’ll body anything word to funk flex
then i put the 12 gauge to that small vest
smokin’ purple haze b-mpin’ dipset, thumbin’ through a check my ig got your b-tch wet
them n-gg-s hatin’ i ain’t touchin’ 6 figures yet
tryna to hit a lick on me will get you bench pressed
ridin’ through my city like de blasio
n-gg-s talkin’ like they want smoke who gon stop me though
your b-tch swallow d-ck she a c-cky hoe
this ain’t my best sh-t this my saké flow
i put c-ke on my feet these huaraches though
i keep it street like quarter waters and a b-tter roll
how you n-gg-s gettin’ money if ya mama broke?
talkin’ like you in a benz she drive a honda though
n-gg-s f-cked up in the game
everybody whippin’ crack but ain’t n-body in pain
old n-gg-s washed up lookin’ like eddie kane
i’m a magician with the words something like david blaine
(ya digg)
i’m here now all that sh-t gon change
wack n-gg-s hang it up stay the f-ck out my way you heard

- kiu lyrics

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