Lyrics:
hard when he raps
I hit a thick lick with my clique
Spit shit so lit the gun goes click click click
I'm going click clack with the gat on the fat trap
chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin' this, niggas
to that, we both hear click clack (Click clack)
I fall off it, ain't nothin for me to go and get back
Niggas tough, but when it's action, he was tryna sit
shortys come and ride on you
(when the pistol click clack)
If you still alive will you really get the dumpin' if you got that 45 on you?
[Chorus]
go dumb with the click-clack
Maxo shot, back 'em down, it's a mismatch
Heard you gon' rob me, never got your get back
Better get your gun, boy, you
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on (six-seven, click-clack!)
I'm drunk from the show last night but
I gotta catch
cap
North Face jacket, DJ Mefek a big boy Gleb
Click-clack, break your neck
Safri duo je spať, eh
Dávam interview pre amatérsky web
Moderátor sa ma
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
click-clack, click-click, position, BLOW
Yeah
Crossing lines
Double crossing a priest just to double check
If money's the root of evil double dial the devil
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
do?
Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb
It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb
Click, clack on you fags, now I'm
clicks and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can't relax
But then your hand takes mine
Thank God, I found you in time
Thank God, I found you
Thank God, I
Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playing
Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9", please
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
click and clack click a man senses back into position and make his click dissappear When I hit the bang, bang, bang, bang
an enemy to graffiti
Make em break dance
Oh how the turntables have turned
Exact
I combine three elements
And put em in a rap
Click clack
Loaded and aiming
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
Over there, over there
[Kane & Abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When a live round hit the chamber I'm the click clack
When
with Silkk and P
Do you know what I know? Definitely not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots
coffin
Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone
Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome
Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards
My
the pistols click clack
If you still alive will you really get the dumping
If you got that 45 on you
Tell them bitches get back
Don't want to see you wit no
the dead time, where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions
How depressin', how unpleasant, click-clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habit's
Semi autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra ta ta tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap
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