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God is great paper straight

2021

The weatherman

I got snow, I got ice
Shawty like- like when I talk that dope boy tough shit

I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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

Half a million dollar bail right after arraignment
Switch all the V's 'cause them bugs ain’t nothing to play with
I just point, fuck a price, she looked in amazement
Her last nigga 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 you let me take you 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
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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 rooftop
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 peel knots
Then we peel out, what my conceal for?
Violated probation, I'm like, "For real, stop"
Here come the [?], she a for real cop

I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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

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I got snow, I got ice
Shawty like- like when I talk that dope boy tough shit

I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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
Your nigga arguing 'bout the price, you 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

Half a million dollar bail right after arraignment
Switch all the V's 'cause them bugs ain’t nothing to play with
I just point, fuck a price, she looked in amazement
Her last nigga 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 you let me take you on a date?
That’s a rhetorical question, I’m always giving those
Along with dick and a uber, I’m never cuffin' hoes

Pull up with the roof dropped, eating on a rooftop
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 peel knots
Then we peel out, what my conceal for?
Violated probation, I'm like, "For real, stop"
Here come the [?], she a for real cop