TYGA

TYGA - Storm

rate me

[Chorus]

The city's coming at your city

New York's a walking for D.C.

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be

… can you make? The devil owns this reality

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be, storm

I hate lies, never truth when it's televised

Devils on the screen, fire in their eyes

Put your face to a spell make your soul fly

Pray every day some close to God

Looking at the murder rate never ask why

Colt 45, with the 4 5, the innocent die … can't judge life

Never did so I live fast every night

Wonder why they breathe hate through their wind pipe

Motherfuckers wanna take us then they give advice

Niggers left me now I'm living right

Trying to cheat death with a trick dice

… yo man it's me, hit this … been here some of handling

I see your door like a analyst, view of the water big bills like a pelican

I'm in a different broads fucking in 4 cars within a … color benz,

I ain't got a heart

No lust, see the cupid when it dark things you had to park

Motherfucker don't walk past dark

What the fuck is illuminati, old niggers with money

…get the power light, stand tall tower light

Gotta fight, can't let them take our life

[Chorus]

The city's coming at your city

New York's a walking for D.C.

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be

… can you make? The devil owns this reality

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be, storm

Take a step as the world spin

Rumors come and go faster than the whirlwind

World pool bitches are getting' sucked in

Booty model shake your ass but you're broke bitch

Man you niggers ain't brawling in the ball pen

Riding on the black mag I'm a cool kid

Last 10 years they give me space like the movement

Cream get the money when I see like cool whip

Bullshit who shit nigger are gallery flow pen and under globe

Use the colored globe nigger I'm a …

Levitator pro, criss when he spoke, keep … your dough

Hit the flow like … boy with the globe

Turn away but the … 's not far, race against the arts

Race don't matter when you dead or start praying to the gods

Don't let me die so young

[Chorus]

The city's coming at your city

New York's walking for D.C.

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be

… can you made? The devil owns this reality

And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be

You're to brave, who will pave that … honor things

Like the stars you are far and you're bad to the …

Storm, storm.<br />

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Thanks to playafolife6 for correcting these lyrics

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mwhiddy
Thursday 21st of April 2011 18:01
that chorus is wrong... its "the cities coming at your city. no eyes so i can hardly see. and the the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me. who to trust, who can you can you believe? the devil owns this reality. and all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me."