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Storm (feat. FPE RON2x & 101 Da Exclusive) Video (MV)




Performed By: Yg GANG
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Kenneth Bell




Yg GANG - Storm (feat. FPE RON2x & 101 Da Exclusive) Lyrics
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I done made it out the storm
Yeah, I done made it out the
Yeah, alright, huh, uh
Whoo, whoo, whoo
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
Weird hoes, I can't post it with no weirdos
Play me for a fool, I keep that tool yea I appear slow
On my grow man shit, stacking it, make my beard grow
Diamonds hit the light, them bitches white just like some clear snow
I done made it out the storm, I'm sittin' on the clouds
Remember takin' baby steps and now we runnin' miles
Stomach used to rumble, new car make the same sound
I done lost all this weight, you on the same pound
Whether you rich or you broke, you keep the same smile
Yeah, yeah, yeah, same smile
Whether you full or you starving, keep the same growl
If they was there when you broke, feed them same house
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
Mostly efficient in the lab, I make the best pills
Ain't it funny how the brookies want the best deals
When you come to my boot camp, you get the best skills
Made ten a hundred K's, I'm on my next meal
Manny bitch, I ain't gotta lift,no weight, I got weight
Still love eatin' noodles for this Ruth Chris for the steak
Every time I go to the hood, I'm puttin' on my cape
Walkin' through a dark path, need no light to escape
Old dude a big crib, but I'm chunckin' up the trays
I got a big gun, make a swing, it's a K
Get on my knees and I pray
Forgive us, Father God, for the sins that we made
Niggas fold like futon, let the bed down
Brody slash price like coupon, he makin' every around
Don't f*ck with you, so when I see you, what's the word Clown
Rollin' off the E, mixin' with drink, I'm makin' slur sounds
Serving hella geeks this trap look like a nerd lounge
Slightly applying P, they runnin' off just like a third down
And I'm on the streets, I'm like concrete, I hold the curb down
You could've been comin' up with me, but you preferred down
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
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English

I done made it out the storm
Yeah, I done made it out the
Yeah, alright, huh, uh
Whoo, whoo, whoo
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
Weird hoes, I can't post it with no weirdos
Play me for a fool, I keep that tool yea I appear slow
On my grow man shit, stacking it, make my beard grow
Diamonds hit the light, them bitches white just like some clear snow
I done made it out the storm, I'm sittin' on the clouds
Remember takin' baby steps and now we runnin' miles
Stomach used to rumble, new car make the same sound
I done lost all this weight, you on the same pound
Whether you rich or you broke, you keep the same smile
Yeah, yeah, yeah, same smile
Whether you full or you starving, keep the same growl
If they was there when you broke, feed them same house
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
Mostly efficient in the lab, I make the best pills
Ain't it funny how the brookies want the best deals
When you come to my boot camp, you get the best skills
Made ten a hundred K's, I'm on my next meal
Manny bitch, I ain't gotta lift,no weight, I got weight
Still love eatin' noodles for this Ruth Chris for the steak
Every time I go to the hood, I'm puttin' on my cape
Walkin' through a dark path, need no light to escape
Old dude a big crib, but I'm chunckin' up the trays
I got a big gun, make a swing, it's a K
Get on my knees and I pray
Forgive us, Father God, for the sins that we made
Niggas fold like futon, let the bed down
Brody slash price like coupon, he makin' every around
Don't f*ck with you, so when I see you, what's the word Clown
Rollin' off the E, mixin' with drink, I'm makin' slur sounds
Serving hella geeks this trap look like a nerd lounge
Slightly applying P, they runnin' off just like a third down
And I'm on the streets, I'm like concrete, I hold the curb down
You could've been comin' up with me, but you preferred down
I done made it out the storm and nigga, this the outcome
Put a X through that lil' bitch just like her name was Malcolm
Spot em got em with the chop just like I'm tryna scout him
Bitch, I made it up that roof, I'm headin' to the mountain
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Writer: Kenneth Bell
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