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Storm - No Cancer! Lyrics




Ask me
Smoking cat pee
With a bad team
Making fat green
In a 90'z with a bad B
And
They got racks cause it's Tax season
Been pushin foreign off of two features
Xera Gang all my tracks large
When the Mack spark
Wanna Act hard but you move easy
She told me come
I'm telling her dub
Got to stay focused on getting these bucks
Don't want no Smoke or no cancer the f*ck?
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
These niggas candy, I'm wrapping them up
Don't do no drugs we just take a little puff
Everything Big we don't mess with little pumps
Got a bad b*tch she from Russia
Gucci Marino my covers
Tech-9 On the Burberry unders
Do to much talking are you undercover?
F*cking the world do I put on a rubber?
No!
This a bad b*tch and I know she want something card money clothes
Funny thing is; if another person ask me bout this b*tch man I don't even know
Look in the air and if it snows, it's all white gotta mix it with soap
Change my country like my flows, got a call from fashion-nova
(Facts)
She told me, I'm telling her dub
Gotta stay focused on getting these bucks
Don't want no smoke or no cancer the f*ck?
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
These niggas candy, I'm wrapping them up
Don't do no drugs I just take a little puff
Everything Big we don't mess with little pumps
Don't come for my queen or my empress
You know the results!
The mess with my weed or my wishlist!
Interfering with my money I'm getting you missing!
This not a dream brody this is a mission
I got my nine at his head this a stickup
Running lil' low with the gas gotta pick up
Not to much talking so talk to the trigger
All of us rich that apply to my niggas!
Don't do no lacking don't ask for a picture
(Yeah)
Niggas be talking like they got some guns? They sending shots in the messenger
Everyday talking that bull
Front on my name and I'm ending ya'
Xera coming in that order
They be feeling my performance
Roll a splee and we off it!
Shoot Shoot
We cannot vibe with your moves
Come with Faizon and you know what we doing
Just spend two racks on my shoes, Come to the studio boofing
Come and get up with me stupid!
She told me come?
I'm telling her dub!
Gotta stay focused on getting these bucks don't want no smoke or no cancer the f*ck
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
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Ask me
Smoking cat pee
With a bad team
Making fat green
In a 90'z with a bad B
And
They got racks cause it's Tax season
Been pushin foreign off of two features
Xera Gang all my tracks large
When the Mack spark
Wanna Act hard but you move easy
She told me come
I'm telling her dub
Got to stay focused on getting these bucks
Don't want no Smoke or no cancer the f*ck?
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
These niggas candy, I'm wrapping them up
Don't do no drugs we just take a little puff
Everything Big we don't mess with little pumps
Got a bad b*tch she from Russia
Gucci Marino my covers
Tech-9 On the Burberry unders
Do to much talking are you undercover?
F*cking the world do I put on a rubber?
No!
This a bad b*tch and I know she want something card money clothes
Funny thing is; if another person ask me bout this b*tch man I don't even know
Look in the air and if it snows, it's all white gotta mix it with soap
Change my country like my flows, got a call from fashion-nova
(Facts)
She told me, I'm telling her dub
Gotta stay focused on getting these bucks
Don't want no smoke or no cancer the f*ck?
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
These niggas candy, I'm wrapping them up
Don't do no drugs I just take a little puff
Everything Big we don't mess with little pumps
Don't come for my queen or my empress
You know the results!
The mess with my weed or my wishlist!
Interfering with my money I'm getting you missing!
This not a dream brody this is a mission
I got my nine at his head this a stickup
Running lil' low with the gas gotta pick up
Not to much talking so talk to the trigger
All of us rich that apply to my niggas!
Don't do no lacking don't ask for a picture
(Yeah)
Niggas be talking like they got some guns? They sending shots in the messenger
Everyday talking that bull
Front on my name and I'm ending ya'
Xera coming in that order
They be feeling my performance
Roll a splee and we off it!
Shoot Shoot
We cannot vibe with your moves
Come with Faizon and you know what we doing
Just spend two racks on my shoes, Come to the studio boofing
Come and get up with me stupid!
She told me come?
I'm telling her dub!
Gotta stay focused on getting these bucks don't want no smoke or no cancer the f*ck
These niggas pussy and I had enough
VVS diamonds my neck and my ear
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Writer: Niko Giddens
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Performed By: Storm
Length: 2:08
Written by: Niko Giddens

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