Lyrics:
Over the trees, over the fences, through the sky,
'cross the clouds, on the roof, click-clack-click, real quick!
('cause here comes jolly old Saint
clacks
Prolly could've solved the problem
With Casamigos and chit chat
Only fourteen
So much life left
Couldn't live that
A point to prove
Why click
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
tried seduce her but nothing
Turns out life is a dyke
Got a bad b gotta give her my coat
High heels on hear the sounds on my floor
Click clack click like
know click clack Imma blow Imma blow
Blowin like the world trade
Blowin like bad knee from lifting weights
Blowin like a mento in a soda
Coca Cola
My
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
coffin
Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone
Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome
Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards
My
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