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neevah - thunder stxrm lyrics

[intro: cxrpse]
she hit the function
they know they love it (uh)
ooh (uh, yuh, yuh, yuh), you know we stomped him (ooh)

[verse 1: cxrpse & bruhmanegod]
whole gang on ’em quick (yup, yup)
i’ma have to take me a pic (squeak)
vvs on my wrist (my wrist)
i’ma drink all the p+ss (yuh, p+ss)
she hit the function
they know they love it (uh)
ooh (uh, yuh, yuh, yuh), you know we stomped him (ooh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) you know you can’t touch this

[verse 2: bruhmanegod & lil darkie]
run up in the back with a whole team
[?] (yuh)
runny nose [?]
brush yo’ t++th, or you ain’t givin’ no brain (yuh)
[?] now you know my whole name
forget that, we cannot kick back
pass me that sh+t back, yuh, yuh, you cannot hit that
i wa+want, yuh, yuh
i wa+want
yuh, yuh, gimmie that sh+t back
you cannot hit that, yuh, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
yuh+yuh
[verse 3: lil darkie & neevah]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, lil’ boy, he play for the big league (big league)
bury that n+gga, i don’t even gotta dig deep
yuh, i got a stick in my pocket (doot+doot)
yuh, glock got a d+ck, and i pop it (doot+doot)
uhh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[?] fade away
[?] paid today
yuh, you murderеr, ain’t heard of ya
i probably got a shirt of ya, get st+rdy, yuh
i’m nevеr gonna wash it, they don’t wanna punch it
i’m shootin’ up a lunchroom, they were just munchin’
i don’t know what you want, b+tch, these n+ggas unconscious
my money [?] i’m glad that you bought this (wait, wait, b+tch)

[verse 4: neevah]
okay, i’ll shoot, yuh, at yo’ legs, at your face, you ain’t finna do sh+t
if you talk yo’ sh+t, i’ma pull up, sn+tch your loot
these n+gga p+ssy, yuh, f+ck ’em
ballin’ like kobe, i pull up and dunk ’em
like call of duty, yeah, n+gga, no russian
stop talkin’ sh+t, yo, end of discussion

[verse 5: zin0blade]
ayy, thirty on me, b+tch, pull up [?]
flip a p+ssy n+gga (woo) like a mo’f+ckin’ flapjack (yuh)
smoke a p+ssy n+gga like a seventy five (let’s go) cent pack
ayy, alexander w+ng, best believe i’m wearin’ mixmatch (yeah)
[?] (ayy) shootin’ like a martian
ball like james harding [?] start then (doot+doot+doot)
pull up on a n+gga, choppa glaze him like a tart then (bah)
[?] beg your pardon (ayy)
[?]
run in, my bro, he pull up (yuh, ayy, yuh) with the stick on ’em
hunnid round drum in the back with the kick (ayy, yuh) on ’em
he talkin’ tough, we sweep (ayy, yuh) through with the [?] on ’em
hollow tips on me, yeah, i shoot at ’em, huh (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
he just wanna kick it, threw a shoe at ’em, huh (b+tch)
all my n+ggas [?] (huh?)
[?] threw a stool at ’em, uh (doot+doot)
[outro]
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- neevah lyrics

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