Weather Man

Can't change the weather
But you can dress for it
I'm on the south side
Where we jus spin foreigns
Outta town new views
Guess we still touring
I'm in Atlanta sipping Tx Tea
Yo bitch next to me
She feening for my energy
Thats my lil enemy
Its war when we up in the sheets
She want the recipe
Nobody gets the best of me
An ain't no rules like my rules
Cuz I'm the referee
I look down at 10 toes
I'm rolling round with the gang hoe
Old soul like Kangol
Might sit an sip but I can't fold nah
Around the field I'm a athlete
Straight A's in the mathematics
Pull out that .45
Got 'em asthmatic
I keep it quiet
Fuck that chitter chatting
Can't be 4
I'm so real bitch
Don't want da fame
Just all respect
Head hunting
We up at yuh neck

Head hunting
We up at yuh neck

Can't change the weather
But you can dress for it (shh)
Can't change the weather
But you can dress for it (damn)

On the south side
On the south side
On the south side
Where we spin foreigns
On the south side
On the south side
I'm in Atlanta sipping Tx tea

Just all respect (all respect)



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Foster
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