Through The Night When It Be Storming Lyrics

Through The Night When It Be Storming Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again. The song name is Through the Storm which is sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Through The Night When It Be Storming Lyrics

[Intro: Téa Leoni & Martin Lawrence]
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello?
This is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flex
This Is The Sound

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
n tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it

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[Chorus]
Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb s
Flexin’ on these n , pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to waste, a n play, we gon’ burn him, yeah

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[Verse 1]
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
I got it out in case a n wanna take a photo
Remember me and Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
I’m quick to let a n have it, you know I’ma blow though
Late at night, I used to sneak out my grandfather window (No cap)
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be s , so I ain’t gotta trip though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t s , I gave him that times three though (slatt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
n tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it

[Chorus]
Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb s
Flexin’ on these n , pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so n play, we gon’ burn him

[Verse 2]
Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock When I’m up in a Yo’ though
Plus my PO and the Police knockin’ at my door though
I get creative on the track just like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Back in the day them n laughed when I said I’m next
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
You know how I’ll pop ’em, fuck that s , I put his as to rest (brrt, slime)

[Chorus]
Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb s
Flexin’ on these n , pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so n play, we gon’ burn him, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy I’m slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy he not gon’ take my sack, yeah
And if he play, I swear I’m goin’ hard back

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