Hurricane

Lyrics

It's just like moonshine, have you on your face
 I mean, you'll be slutterin' and what not
 Next thing you know, you don't know how you got home
 I mean, this shit is so damn serious, playboy
 I mean, the shit reminds me of Pruno or something like that, you dig what I say?
 But anyway
 I'm so tore, look like my eyes been stitched together with stitches
 Ho hoppin' around wit these bitches, get ya garbage dumped wit crickets
 But you know me, the life of the party, Slurricane Ethyl
 Too much of me and make ya fight ya folks and Dr. Jekyll
 Like the other day I gulped too many swallows
 Had them niggas actin' bad at the club wit them hollows
 Havin' limp dick problems, tryna get it up
 Well, oh well, one cup of me will have your shit on still
 I wakes up in the mornin' and I'm separated
 In the bag wit my homies and I sure hate it
 Grenadine, he be trippin' 'cause they don't respect him
 That nigga rum, man, that nigga gets dumb
 I can't wait until they mix me
 I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat, into they kidneys
 Hurricane's havin' muthafucka's seein' thangs
 Courage juice, watch when I get loose
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 I'm pervin', swervin', fuckin' wit tycoon shit
 Shit, it's time to swip up another mix
 Smob to the sto', oh
 It's 1:51, got to catch Charlie 'fore he close
 Too many hoes at the studio that ain't lit
 I likes to bring out the freak in a nasty bitch
 Studio Ton, pop on that shit that 'vitti wrote
 (Freaky, freak, freaky)
 My crevice got hot, seat sweat and all
 That Hurricane Ethyl ain't no joke, it'll make a playa fall
 Creepy eyes on the stick he bought
 Pump up fools, straight check 'em
 Make 'em thinkin' men are all...
 Nah nah, hit a beedy, can't be greedy, gotta stay strong
 But if I get broken off a deal, I can't go wrong
 This trick juice will have a fool on his face
 Worse than that bumpy face gin with no fuckin' chase
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Light up the muthafuckin' indo weed
 Me and my niggas at the bar keyed
 Walkin' threw the joint on stumble
 They bumpin' 'Da Bumble'
 Face like I hate the taste, but now I'm humble
 Whisper to a bitch, 'Baby I been watchin' you'
 But when I'm pervin', everything be lookin' cute
 So if you get the boot when my hangover sober
 Don't even trip, get yo' shit out my Range Rover
 I gets to put it how this Spanish fly ninety-fin
 Influence yo' bitch to go both ways and eat her best friend
 Shit locked down, muthafucka don't be carin'
 Who ridin' wit my dank cousin Victor Baron
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Strong enough to start a engine, mayne
 Biotch
 And that's what we do for the nineteen ninety-fin
 And we out this biotch
 Out this biotch
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
 Slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne
 

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Duration
04:21
Tempo
88 BPM

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