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Stormy Weather Video (MV)




Performed By: MB Eli
Length: 2:02
Written by: EDGAR JONES




MB Eli - Stormy Weather Lyrics




I done made it out that stormy weather I was stressin' bout that bitch cause I thought
We was better My name ain't Bob, but I been stackin' cheddar
I bossed up and turnt the notch up to another level
Yeah, I had to skirt, skirt, smash the pedal Hit the gas on them niggas took off, now

They can't catch me I can't f*ck with that bitch no more cause
She hella messy I'm out the window with that .30, shootin
Like I'm Stephen Nigga better think twice before he play
Cause on God, I'm steppin' Think I'm with the yoga gang, the way that

We stretched em For my son, I stand on ten, that boy, there a blessing.
When your chips get low, bitches start dippin' Stankin' ass, man, these hoes fishy
I can't love or trust no more, man, these hoes iffy
Oh, she cornbread fed, I just call her Jiffy Yeah, I know the game cold, but this shit

Fair Life tossed me in the jungle, I came out a
Bear I bounced back, now I'm ten times stronger
I ain't have no help, did this shit all by my lonely
She wanna hang with me, dawg, cause she like my persona

She like my aroma, I smoke strong marijuana, I don't mean to brag
I can't trip on my BM cause she ain't know what she had
Tried to give a bitch my all, shit, that was my last
Oh you said you wanted love, shit, I'll pass Baby, I'm just tryna f*ck, I'm tryna smash

Cause these hoes showed me too many red flags I ain't never in the mix, bae, I'm out the way
Baby, I'm a whole catch, no flag on the play
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I done made it out that stormy weather I was stressin' bout that bitch cause I thought
We was better My name ain't Bob, but I been stackin' cheddar
I bossed up and turnt the notch up to another level
Yeah, I had to skirt, skirt, smash the pedal Hit the gas on them niggas took off, now

They can't catch me I can't f*ck with that bitch no more cause
She hella messy I'm out the window with that .30, shootin
Like I'm Stephen Nigga better think twice before he play
Cause on God, I'm steppin' Think I'm with the yoga gang, the way that

We stretched em For my son, I stand on ten, that boy, there a blessing.
When your chips get low, bitches start dippin' Stankin' ass, man, these hoes fishy
I can't love or trust no more, man, these hoes iffy
Oh, she cornbread fed, I just call her Jiffy Yeah, I know the game cold, but this shit

Fair Life tossed me in the jungle, I came out a
Bear I bounced back, now I'm ten times stronger
I ain't have no help, did this shit all by my lonely
She wanna hang with me, dawg, cause she like my persona

She like my aroma, I smoke strong marijuana, I don't mean to brag
I can't trip on my BM cause she ain't know what she had
Tried to give a bitch my all, shit, that was my last
Oh you said you wanted love, shit, I'll pass Baby, I'm just tryna f*ck, I'm tryna smash

Cause these hoes showed me too many red flags I ain't never in the mix, bae, I'm out the way
Baby, I'm a whole catch, no flag on the play
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Writer: EDGAR JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd

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