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the screwed up click – right here كلمات اغاني

(-talking-)
oh yeah, screwed up cl!ck n-gga
(screwed up cl!ck n-gga), they gon’ be fighting off this one mayn
(put your dukes up n-gga), throw your hood up (throw it up)

[chorus]
where my thugs (right here), where my dogs (right here)
where my k!llers (right here), where my hustlers (right here)
where my players (right here), where my b-tches (right here)
screwed up cl!ck for life, and we ain’t going nowhere

[lil’ o]
hey i’m a h-town n-gga, stay down n-gga
hop out in all black, and make you lay it down n-gga
screwed up cl!ck, won’t play around n-gga
f-ck all that owe me sh-t, pay now n-gga
you talking to a dude, that rode the greyhound n-gga
now hard and non-soft, and eight pounds n-gga
head outta town, and i made rounds n-gga
came back and got my lac, sprayed down n-gga

[mr. 3-2]
a raw dog and big boss, and the boss number one
mr. 3-2, put the clip in the gun
if you scared n-gga run, or b-tch go to church
i’m hungry and wanna eat, so motherf-cker i will work
hit em where it hurt, make em know when to talk
ain’t nothing like, big money in the vault
grinding by the hour, ain’t no slacking
calling the shots, i’m straight cadillac’ing

[lil’ keke]
knuckle up buckle up, cause we on a hog train
bricks off in my luggage, cause i’m still hitting stangs
rushing like walter payton, n-ggas continue hating
please try to take it slow, when you i-10 skating
work off in the m-ffler, sorry i’m still a hustler
c-ck mine load up, s.u.c. done blowed up
tell the streets, that we still got it sewed up
here come the cl!ck, and them boys hollin’ hold up

[chorus – 2x]
[h.a.w.k.]
yeah it’s h.a.w.k. baby, i walk the walk baby
i talk the talk baby, unload the vault baby
gorilla salt baby, it ain’t my fault baby
i drive these hoes crazy, that’s what these streets made me
now where my real thugs, y’all show y’all boy love
whether you crip or blood, throw your hood up
and we gon’ keep it real, no matter how ya feel
n0body gon’ get k!lled, real recognize real

[mike d]
we got the roof the roof, the roof on fire
we don’t need no water, let that mo’f-cker burn
burn mo’f-cker, buuuurn
who is that, now who is that
it’s corleone daddy, boss hogg daddy
i got the cl!ck right here, and we right back at it
throw them bows playa, move your buns ma
this for my celly, that’ll never see the sun ha

[trae]
it ain’t hard to see, that i’m a thug for life
i got a cl!ck full of k!llers, and they ready to fight
see trae up in the game, and about to take flight
with a fist full of grain, and grind to late night
for my dogs on the block, and my n-ggas on lock
i’ma rep the name, forever bleed my block
with a glock i got c-cked, you boys gon’ learn
when i pull up in the blue, my paint wetter than sherm
no time for hoes, and no time for haters
r.i.p. to mafio, fat pat and gator
next n-gga to talk down, the glock’ll spray ya
when the cl!ck cl!ck up, can’t n0body save ya
and it’s on, whether late night to dawn
i’ma bomb on everybody, bringing up my home
s.u.c. for life, sitting on my throne
and for screw you the don, we gon’ carry on

[chorus – 2x]

- the screwed up click

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