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da crime click - clicked up makin' stangz كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: ?]
i’m cl!ckin’ on a funky b_tch, with the ana’ on your chest
so bring it to the f_ckin’ door
pullin’ out the ak, sprayin’ with the .45
barrels were c_cked, while the [?] flow
creepin’ late at night, puttin’ suckers in the graveyard
you better caught your nig, told ’em ’bout to pull your f_ckin’ card
hangin’ by your dope, as i fired up that smoke
you n_ggas think i’m weak, now check out this flow
i’m gankin’ and stankin’ for riches, put b_tches in ditches
with stitches all over that door
while i blast and then bash it, then dash it real fast
as i pack on that jack, i’ma crack all his bones
with that mesh on your ass, as you drop off your cash
gun to your head, if you move i’m gon’ blast
life on the line, as you gets out of breath
squeezin’ the trigger with bullets of death

[verse 2: ?]
skimask down, [?] to the motherf_ckin’ buster, put that chrome to his dome
don’t make a move, don’t make a sound
drop it off jone, or the breaker nine, my ass get goin’
quick, out the way, gotta blast all them death
[?] and the rims on the f_ckin’ ride
k!ller from the darkside, you can’t hide
from [?], we come for you with that drive_by
[?] my snizzow, get your [?] under this sh_t
if you n_ggas be [?] it
[?], feelin’ my irony comin’ from ecstasy
i’m k!llin’ you b_tches and hoes, with the glock on my side
put the n_ggas to rest
like my n_gga little 187, standin’ on my side
puttin’ you n_ggas to the test
lettin’ you know don’t f_ck with us
too buck, too [?], [?] hoes
‘9_5, [?], ninety_sixes in your [?]
[verse 3: ?]
i put that nine up to your spine, and as you take your last breath
n_gga bet not move, don’t make a sound, if your ass don’t wanna see death
just drop to your knees, give me all your cheese
then i let your funky ass live
you better think smart, don’t try to run
’cause my f_ckin’ object’s to k!ll
i’m sl!ck and creepin’ on you busters, so you better beware
it’s all about this f_ckin’ crime cl!ck, ’til you b_tches to dirt
to test my f_ckin’ pimpin’, then your ass won’t live very long
’cause if i see you in my streets or catch you slippin’, you’re gone
i got a million ways to murder, and my thoughts look confused
the other night i did a crime and got away so so smooth
all my n_ggas got them things, and you know that’s the deal
cl!cked up, makin’ stangs, this sh_t is so real

[bridge: ?]
cl!cked up, makin’ stangs, cl!cked up, makin’ stangs
cl!cked up, makin’ stangs, won’t hesitate to shoot that thing
cl!cked up, makin’ stangs, cl!cked up, makin’ stangs
cl!cked up, makin’ stangs, won’t hesitate to shoot that thing

[verse 4: ?]
n_ggas on the creep we gotta go get them herringbones
f_ckin’ with the b_tches, you will end up in danger zone
i never hesitate to chop a nig’ of that dirty hoe
that [?] was wrong, tryna reach for that tone or so
that’s why i raised above the cop, and shot that trick with my tec
a dedicated runner out the house said please, don’t k!ll my baby, yeah
the hood, the hood is where them k!llers, pack them guns
i walk up to your hood, say please, give me some grapefruit, punk
unlabeled, real n_gga, cap peeler, drug dealin’, it ain’t gon’ change
shootin’ my tone like b_ttery jones, and cl!cked up, makin’ stangs
[verse 5: ?]
proceedin’ through the dark, with the glock ’bout to pop
’cause b_tch i’m the f_ckin’ boss
never will i take a loss, n_gga with the sawed_off
makin’ suckers drop it off, lemon lames payin’ the cost
a n_gga on the k!llin’ spree, never will i f_ckin’ flee
million ways to murder, see, b_tch boys k!lls me
a psychopath, now you know, droppin’ off your cheese and dope
makin’ busters hit the floor
stangin’ lanes, it’s a game, tellin’ fools to campaign’
never scared to shoot that thing, then i let my nuts hang
real trip, k!ll at will, leavin’ bodies in the field
now i hope you know the deal, step and get your kizzass peeled
buckin’ b_tches down, from the sound of the mili_round
smokin’ up a pound, every thing of the m_town
now i got a chrome tone, put it to his f_ckin’ dome
if he make a move, then a n_gga has to f_ckin’ die
creepin’ and sl!ckin’, now you approached up on my victim
i laid her in the mud, ’cause that n_gga tried to duck
and i really don’t give a f_ck, chiefin’ on the bud
chillin’ with the lights low, thinkin’ should i stang a hoe
gotta make ’em hit the floor, with the glock and the mask
now drop off the cash
heavy n_gga try to ‘tray, put that tome his face
n_i_n_i glock, ii_tone gon’ have to pop
a lemon down to the ground if he don’t lay it down
never move, stay cool, drop it off your ass fools
strizzaped like a jab, buckin’ buster_b_tches off the map
cl!ck_, cl!ckin’ with da crime cl!ck, i’m the f_ckin’ boss b_tch
imitators, player haters, busters try to bite my style
get off on my f_ckin’ d_ck, n_ggas from da crime cl!ck
milli_round, deathwish, creepin’ through the dark, b_tch
get so deep, with my crew, robbin’ b_tches what we do
after we make that stang, we’re through

- da crime click

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