Bright Campa - The Final Storm lyrics

[Bright Campa - The Final Storm lyrics]

This is the final storm
This is your last warning
Test me
Then you'll have your family mourning
These gangsta niggas sound corny
That's their story
All in for the glory
Clean them up like laundry
It wasn't clean, it was quite gory

Got me a Connie, then made her hit the walkie
Yes I'm very cocky
Shorty please don't be bossy
I don't like any niggas talky
Acting so falsely
I approached them like Broly, don't test me
I get unholy on the mice like Joey
That's my time

It strikes, in this fame, I don't play nice
That's the price, remember playing dice?
You know everyone dies, come on
Let's be wise

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