The Weather Man - The Weather Man lyrics

[Verse 1: HUZZAH] I like my blunts fat and my b**hes thicker Used to have morals but she gone of the liquor Told her that i rap, get her clothes off quicker I bet she show her a** for a 10deep sticker Hol' up, we rolling blunts long as a machete is Heard you smoke loud but you don't know what the heady is You in a trap, yeah where reggie is And bet a couple dollars that you're hoe ain't where she says she is Crooks n***as and we on like a lightswitch In the function getting jaded with a white b**h Problem allato, guess i hit the lotto, cause when i bought a home she resemble Demi Levato You know the motto, money over hiz-oes, never love a b**h but let her pay for all my cliz-othes Gizzo, im niz-ice, chase cheese like miz-ice, f** with the Crooks and tapdance on thin ice We 'bout it, bout it, you competition i doubt it, doubt it Tryna get faded, we got the buddah dont leave without it Sly tendecies, hanging like a tenticle, you under the underground we hanging at the penicle Sitting on more money then timeshares, while fake n***as is dumber then dark b**hes with blonde hair Hoes tell me they love me but f** it i don't care 'Lijah had these silly hoes jumping out they underwear White lies, nice try, too much of a nice guy, watching SNL i got the humor of a white guy This mid-life crisis, tell me whose the nicest I bag hoes like thrift sweaters with no prices I'm ill, haters can't catch up still As i go over n***a's heads like the greem on your bill Its no mercy when the verse hit, its a cold war Stay cussing, dirty mouth, cold sore Whatever man, im all about my cheddar man 'Lijah getting mad hoes wet, call me the weatherman Yous a freshman, I'm a veteran b**h you jocked a n***a, no let 'em in