Cory Gunz - Rain Dance lyrics

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Cory Gunz - Rain Dance lyrics

[Verse 1: Ben J] You got that a** clapping, that's a case dance Like I'm Reginald ladies man! He came in this b**h looking like a paid man Threw some money on that p**y, made her rain dance Pourin out the dankin, got the girls drinking Girl ask me who I was, b**h I'm famous Smart b**h need a chick that don't speak no English Hardcore tied her up, b**h like danger! She thirsty! She no longer f** with no rookies n***as are mad, but they don't wanna push me Party over here, let your fools take my groupies I'm f**ing with these blind b**hes and then he brought Snooki I Jersey shore all these who*es like the nest I don't give a f**, I just give up my s**, I'm a cold n***a Separate me from rest, fully gang bang, then I DNG to the next! [Hook: Ben J] Ain't no playing hard to get girl What's up? f** her with a n***a who don't give a f** Drop it down to the floor and pick it back up Racks in my pocket, I'm a live it up! Rain dance, rain dance f**in with a n***a, who don't give a f** Rain dance, rain dance Stacks on the floor, girl pick it up [Verse 2: Legacy] Fully click, got her on that groupie sh** She don't really rap much, but I see the coochie spit Club couch got them whoopy stains Rain dancing in the p**y and it made the p**y rain Keepin it G like two bops vegetarians, bop loading like they full hot Them hoes always pop up but with you, they never with it I be on my homer sh** always f**ing yellow b**hes Seen her, barely need to meet her poppin Miley, Now she rollin on the wood Atleast it steam her, steam her hot bust a new whip, pulled out that good zip Light a fire in the tent smoky in the wood's pits Sour ain't as sweet but it ain't contradicting Stripping that a**, why that a** ain't evicted She coming for the team, on some mascot sh** f**in with the foolies and her a** got rich [Hook: Ben J] [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Yeah, she make you steam like something smoking Gun-na, make it busted open Focus, Shawty wanna come and go on Pants saggin the belt for the money, holdin! Cash Money, b**h! I'm from crack city Show off in a T-raw rack city Know she do it ugly, cause she that pretty Feelin beams in the P.M. but I cat kitty Except to me I let you see'em if she act sh**ty Hypnotize her with the ring until she act dizzy I got the strap with me, an some straps with me If they're tryin' twap Drizzy where they at Trizzy YMCMB Militia fo sure She know the deal with the deal, so she Kosher On to my next, ex, though it won't hurt We the New Boyz, n***a keep that old work [Hook 2: Ben J] Ain't no playing hard to get girl What's up? f** her with a n***a who don't give a f** Drop it down to the floor and pick it back up Racks on my pocket, I'm a live it up! Bring ya friends two guns, we gon' get turned up Pa** around a goose girls drink it up Live it up f** it we don't give a f** We came in this b**h like what's up

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