THE WEATHERMAN Lyrics – TROY AVE

I got snow
I got ice
I’m the weatherman
Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man
I got sticks
I got drums
Like I head a band
Married to the game
But I don’t wear a wedding band
I got snow
I got ice
I’m the weatherman
Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man
I got sticks
I got drums
Like I head a band
Married to the game
But I don’t wear a wedding band

1/2 a million dollar bail right after arraignment
Switch all the vees
Cause them bugs ain’t nothing to play with
I jus point fuk a price
She looked in amazement
Her last n*gga left the dealer with payment arrangements
My life’s out of order but papers straight
I’m crooked but my god is great
Won’t u let me take u on a date
That’s a rhetorical question
I’m always giving those

Along with dick and a uber
I’m never cuffin hoes

I got snow
I got ice
I’m the weatherman
Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man
I got sticks
I got drums
Like I head a band
Married to the game
But I don’t wear a wedding band
I got snow
I got ice
I’m the weatherman
Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man
I got sticks
I got drums
Like I head a band
Married to the game
But I don’t wear a wedding band

Pull up with the roof dropped
Eating on a roof top
I been leveled up
But she said boy I’m giving you top
I laughed
Put a palm on her ass
Then gripped a veal chop
And told her here
Now you grab some meat
She like yo chill stop
Send the bill out
Then I pill knots

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Songwriter(s): Troy Ave


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