| What’s up, Juvie
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| What’s happenin', B. Geezy
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| I’m chillin'. |
| Me, I don’t like them old bitch ass niggas
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| I don’t like them bitch ass niggas either
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| They better get tha fuck from 'round here
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| Rattin' motherfucker
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| Nigga, come on my set, I’ma feel disrespect
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| Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
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| No vest ain’t gon' protect you
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| The shit that’s in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
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| I’m tellin' you
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| I’ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
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| When I’m ridin' 'round your set, it’s a nigga best to jet
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| Nigga, like a rainstorm, your whole block get wet
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| All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
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| Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I’m dressed
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| I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
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| Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
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| Fuck that, I’m just a nigga they gon' have ta catch
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| I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
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| And then I put one in his mom head if I don’t get mine
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| You could call it what you wanna, but that’s how I play it
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| Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop
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| You don’t know you’re not suppose ta be around these parts
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| You don’t know you goin' in and you might get caught
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| You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
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| Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars
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| It’s niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck
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| It’s niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up
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| I’m tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
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| You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck
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| They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
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| Feds know we ain’t be sellin' nothin' but ki’s and up
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| Rattin', I gotcha
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| I’m lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
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| You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya
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| That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha
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| See me empty every clip out of my chopper
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| You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa… poppa
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop
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| Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
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| 'Cause once it’s on tha stove, get on your shit because I’m lookin'
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| You betta know
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| I ain’t gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique
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| And I ain’t gon' let a nigga come and take my shit
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| That’ll make me look like a stone cold bitch
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| So ain’t no way I ain’t gon' grab my K and let my shit spit
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| When I spin the ben I don’t give a fuck who gets split
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| If you get hit… it’s all on you if you innocent
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| It’s game we play, and it’s hectic
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| If you ain’t got a vest, you ain’t protected
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| With pussy-niggas… my block’s infested
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| So one by one, they all gon' get rested
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| Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
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| When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
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| You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt
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| Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt… that ass burnt
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
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| I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
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| I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block
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| I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop
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| I don’t even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
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| Look, I don’t even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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| I don’t even want you niggas ridin' down my block
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| I don’t even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop
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| Nigga
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| Ha-ha
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| What up, what up
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| Old bitch-ass, ruckus
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| Fuck, did y’all just jumped off tha porch
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| Ass-niggas betta stay… your motherfuckin' ass back
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| Turnin' state
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| Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
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| You’re rattin' on a nigga, ha
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| We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
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| How ya luv that
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| Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
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| Follow her again, bitch, I’ma catch ya
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| Uh-huh
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| Fuckin' with tha B. Geezy
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| I got a cake baked for ya
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| Nigga, Juvie
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| We got a cake baked for ya |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guerrilla, artist - Juvenile. Album song Tha G-Code, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп