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Rain - Guerilla Warfare Lyrics (Feat. Cory Gunz)


Rain – Guerilla Warfare Lyrics (Feat. Cory Gunz)

Uh, uh, uh
Where the bad bitches at?
The flyest one in the spot is sitting on my lap
Click old body case, nigga get a’
Leave with the swollen back, my hustle was still intact!
Tap dance on the’ bet it’s still flip
Hit theRrose and the blow wanna feel trip
Hit the city won’t stop to..
If a nigga try to rob me, I flip the kill switch!
Never scared of the drama, that chopper pull out and bum you
You might type a nigga momma, you’re on and get help for ransome
If my nigga facing twenty, murder the whole jury
Before we let you take it from me!
Say a prayer for me momma, am I losing it?
My family told me I’m crazy, so much I’m used to it!
Posed to be moving in, now they’re questioning if I’m using it
‘starts maneuvering it,’

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

Yeah, fresh about to chop old jet
That bitch with the whooper stop all threats
No hate, we’re on our shit, we could stop all bets
No vacancy on my d**k, tell them hop off, yes!
For real first and for most saluting free DG
Hit you with 13, let ’em see BG
I only bum nice mothers
Wretched hoes, motherf**kers
Though I don’t like suckers, I get blown like covers.
Got the money and the power, got the Kush and the swishes
Getting niggas the a**, you’re getting’ to more bitches
Keep it blinking the clutch, keep it splaying the Dutch
‘on my clique, they get the d**k with the’
Stunning get me the green,
I’m put the bitch in the grass
Gonna live for the team, put a clip in your ass
While I shuffle the pound, I don’t knuckle around
You gonna buckle the grill if you f**k on my rounds.

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

That’s you in that big body benz, huh?
Can’t keep a girl, keep f**king her friends, huh?
I got a lil name, they’re hearing what I’m saying, huh?
You feel like I’m a joke, you think that I’m playing around?
You got a shitting coming in, watch me stop that first!
Fake big Thomas for like they got that work
Ever since the juvenile I’ve been hopping like turks
Though when I leave here, let my connects drive my’
Hundred miles, but I will fast lane till I’m outie
Parking lot pimping while them bitches talking about me
Young wild niggas hands rap like ‘
And I got some bitches moving, work out like..
Two twins, met them, we’re hustling like’
One cooking, one f**king, man, they might have me
No male figure, so I treat them like daddy
We’re kicking like Mike Bradley to finish the night happy!

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

Fresh like Mannie V
Chained like Annie Fritz
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys!
I’m hot, boy, guerilla warfare!
I said, I’m hot, boy, guerrilla warfare!

[Lyrics to Guerilla Warfare by Rain (Feat. Cory Gunz)]
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