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telling pokies, pie
You man lie, not by my side
Super ears can fly, don't even try
Thank you, Good bye

Kicking back, click clack
Put on my strap, chauffeur

thee 
Click clack of a keyed clink they walk beside without seein me 
Puppy eyes got cliched ain't no problems that ain't solved being me 
The walls torn

thee 
Click clack of a keyed clink they walk beside without seein me 
Puppy eyes got cliched ain't no problems that ain't solved being me 
The walls torn

telling pokies, pie 
You man lie, not by my side 
Super ears can fly, don’t even try 
Thank you, Good bye 

Kicking back, click clack 
Put on my strap,

get back
One in the head
Click clack

Did it by my self
(I had did it by myself)
It's a different feeling when you doing this shit yoself
Feel like I'm

ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (grrt)

.44 got a kickback (bah)
Click-clack, get back (bah)
Shots at your rib pack (grrt)

Up the Street

Dababy

Baby Talk, Vol. 5

2018

come kick the door at your kickback
Shoot at you and your bros 'til it click-clack
Then go fuck on your hoe for some get-back

Man, fuck all that

still don't understand fool? (Camp Wu)
It's Camp Wu

Transform on you
(Click-Clack-Boom) , Blam on you
Treadmill, your man's beat and ran on you
It's hot

muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$
Cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit’s runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You

Last Train to Scotland

Raekwon

Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

2011

the steel got mill.
Pussy power made the plans sour
Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours
Click clacks from big gats and rags
Soon

the night, yeah
You better up my mood
I don't care about the party, so let's get this inside my room
If your ex still be talking, we gon' click clack boom
If

that's at yo' doorstep, click clack
And your only job's to protect 'cause, I swear the Devil like Shang Tsung
Only seven survived and motherfucka you ain't

and im snippin I snapped 
I put a dot on my pistol thats facts
2 sounds
Click clack
No cap
Yall got no cheese and yall rats
These birdies start flockin my

I click-click-clack, man
And so take this as your final warning
And change your attitude before I storm in
Best start being humble or I'll getchu

I'm kinda wack
But you cut a brother slack and I promise I'll attack
With the click-click-clack (brrap)
Lemme bring it back (wait)
Like I said I want

tic-tac-toe
But they made me wanna click-clack-blow
This is an ode to my exes
Games in my head so reckless, it was endless
Cigarette on the back of my neck

ain't trying to see no plaques
Specially if your pockets are fat and theirs is flat
Niggaz like an applause, ever heard of gun clap
Ever heard that click

soundtrack de la champions league
Solo skills en este click 
Sin hacer click clack 
No necesite tu glock 
para andar up in your block 
Lcdc 
Sin ser vip ni

clicked up, My click back
My click clack go boom
They love and they hate us
When we walk in the room
We've been up assume That
The rumors are true
All this

And so I wear them on my hat 
And if a stranger  move around 
You gone hear the click clack 

Give me that 
Move it back 
I can tell just by the face 
Well

cho cho 
Cho cho cho cho cho cho cho cho 
Cho cho cho cho cho cho cho cho train!

Do you hear me down the track?
Go click, click, clickity clack 
Do you

fucked up, but I'm over it
'cause Mando is in the vocal pit,
Toting 52 loaded clips,
cbout to go and get commando with it. *click-clack*
Use force like

bitch, feeling like a golden gun 
Click clack on ya bitch, niggaz here it come
Throw yo hood up, show them niggaz where you from 
Yo, the way I dress,

the hoes I ain't about that
Focused on the end goal never see me crack
Never gonna save my soul hear the Colt click clack
Fighting for my life it ain't safe