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pm frvr - weather lyrics

[intro]
yeah
it’s like n+ggas gotta understand how this sh+t
how sh+t this started
and how this sh+t gon’ end
tahaha, sh+t
forever

[chorus]
bullets raining, yeah we change the weather (weather)
momma telling me to get my sh+t together (‘gether)
talking bout them rain drops
i don’t like to say much (say much)
i kept it gucci, i ain’t never flip flop (flip flop)
we gone make that dollar, that’s in any weather (weather)
back and forth on flights, just to change the weather
yeah we racin’ (race)
rose gold patek trophy, looking like the naismith (forever)

[verse 1]
small circle yeah i keep it solid
seven racks on jackets, that’s that louie garments
i’m quick to catch a play
yeah i lost all my conscious
play the hand that i was dealt
run a boston by myself
thinking like what is next
feel like i’ve done it all
seen a half+a+ticket, trapped on pharr road
got ties with the mob, ain’t no running off (psh)
put it on your head, that goes for anybody
turn em to a trending topic
she get fly, she say she know about it (like it)
thom browne strips, i feel like joe exotic (uh, uh, uh)
i might just black out (bop)
a n+gga disrespect, i might just crash out
[chorus]
bullets raining, yeah we change the weather
momma telling me to get my sh+t together (‘gether)
talking bout them rain drops
i don’t like to say much (say much)
i kept it gucci, i ain’t never flip flop
we gone make that dollar, that’s in any weather (any weather)
back and forth on flights, just to change the weather
yeah we racin’
rose gold patek trophy, looking like the naismith

[verse 2]
slidin’ slidin’ (slide) i’m riding
forgis on the bullet, got it glidin’ (glide)
24’s in the rear, the rims match her body
with the racks in the middle, like my name is roddy
f+ck it up, we get it back
i f+ck her with no strings attached
she tryna cuff me, baby don’t get comfy
you cannot play me for no dummy, when we out you just the homie, yeah
no lovie dovie
i can’t cuff sh+t unless it’s money (i can’t cuff, hoe)
but i can change the weather
shoot my shot like reddit
pouring purple rain in the fast lane
[chorus]
bullets raining, yeah we change the weather (change the weather)
momma telling me to get my sh+t together (sh+t together)
talking bout dem rain drops
i don’t like to say much
i kept it gucci, i ain’t never flip flop (yeah)
we gone make that dollar, that’s in any weather (yeah)
back and forth on flights, just to change the weather (change the weather)
yeah we racin’
rose gold patek trophy, looking like the naismith

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