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yg - click clack lyrics

[verse 1: yg]
that b-tch called my phone askin’ me about my other ho
if she keep pressing, i’ma f-ck around and f-ck her, though
b-tches, snitches and fake n-ggas, i don’t f-ck with those
swear you n-ggas p-ssy, n-ggas chicken like buffalos
ride around in that porsche, cops tryna blurt me, of course
your n-ggas don’t eat pork, my n-ggas don’t do court
murder, murder, murder, murder
you n-ggas ain’t beefin’ with a hamburger (it’s 400!)

[bridge]
said my homies gettin’ high (to my homies gettin’ high)
swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die)
i said my homies gettin’ high (my homies gettin’ high)
swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die)

[verse 2: ferg]
you can find me in the bay, and i’m riding continental
bumpin’ mac dre, and he got me on my thizzle
fill that up with lead like a motherf-ckin’ pencil
b-tch gon’ give me head while i’m loading up my pistol
see the homie yg, rollin’ down my window
said they try and try me, what you tryna get into?
f-ckin’ with the wrong one, we gon’ get revenge
f-ckin’ with the wrong n-gga, five shots in your benz
f-ckin’ with the wrong n-ggas, those are not your friends
they a bunch of wearin’ thong n-ggas, hiding behind tints
see you f-ckin’ with the trap lord, you committing sins
you gon’ get what you asked for: two shots to the chest

[chorus: yg]
i got that cl!ck-clack, bang-bang, hit a n-gga up
it’s that young n-gga, rich gang, we don’t give a f-ck
give your b-tch this dang-a-lang, she gon’ give me some
got that big ak thang, sittin’ in the trunk
i got that cl!ck-clack, bang-bang, hit a n-gga up
it’s that young n-gga, rich gang, we don’t give a f-ck
give your b-tch this dang-a-lang, she gon’ give me some
got that big ak thang, sittin’ in the trunk

- yg

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