Текст (слова) песни: Drag-On f P Killer Trackz - Click, Click, Clack

[Verse 1]
Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax
Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack
I`m young but I`ve been stop playin with crayons
I`ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on
This aint basketball three on three
It`s one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly
They still couldn`t find a book of matches to match me
Buildings is still burnin down still couldn`t catch me
I`m real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day
And be back on the subway
Y`all act like bitches what y`all thought the 4-4 play?
I don`t even know my father heard he did time on a broadway
You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway
Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always
Cuz I`m as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs
Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that

HOOK: P Killer Trackz
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack
[Verse 2]
Ayo niggas think they real well I`ma pop em with two
He got balls, well I`ma tell his moms he died playin pool
Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D.
Dumped his body ASAP
Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door
But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore
Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score
It`s so he can`t play ???? I throw hundreds out the door
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure
Cuz I`ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor
Now you never heard that shit before
I probably send your kids to job corps
So what the fuck you got a ride for
And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back
And I promise I`ll throw y`all more stacks
Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash
But I put a nigga below fast

HOOK

[Verse 3]
And dirty bitches I`m tired of grabbin long hair
Fuckin y`all from the rear, I`ma stop fuckin all year
Until y`all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years
In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch
You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover
I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope
Won`t stop tying til I get the leftover coke
Cuz I circle your block like the cops
The only thing that I`ma do that they not is fire illegal shots

HOOK

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Drag-On f P Killer Trackz - Click, Click, Clack [Verse 1] Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack I`m young but I`ve been stop playin with crayons I`ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on This aint basketball three on three It`s one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly They still couldn`t find a book of matches to match me Buildings is still burnin down still couldn`t catch me I`m real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day And be back on the subway Y`all act like bitches what y`all thought the 4-4 play? I don`t even know my father heard he did time on a broadway You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always Cuz I`m as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that HOOK: P Killer Trackz Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place Click, click, clack Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was Click, click, clack Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face Click, click, clack On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was Click, click, clack [Verse 2] Ayo niggas think they real well I`ma pop em with two He got balls, well I`ma tell his moms he died playin pool Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D. Dumped his body ASAP Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score It`s so he can`t play ???? I throw hundreds out the door Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure Cuz I`ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor Now you never heard that shit before I probably send your kids to job corps So what the fuck you got a ride for And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back And I promise I`ll throw y`all more stacks Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash But I put a nigga below fast HOOK [Verse 3] And dirty bitches I`m tired of grabbin long hair Fuckin y`all from the rear, I`ma stop fuckin all year Until y`all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope Won`t stop tying til I get the leftover coke Cuz I circle your block like the cops The only thing that I`ma do that they not is fire illegal shots HOOK Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Click, Click, Clack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/12531.html Все тексты песен: Drag-On f P Killer Trackz » Drag-On f P Killer Trackz - Click, Click, Clack Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Перевалов - Когда-нибудь настанет время... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Старость не радость » Гражданская Оборона - Вселенская большая любовь » Геннадий Сергиенко - Смешно » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Нечего терять » Голицына Катерина - Привокзальные голуби » Геннадий Шпаликов, Сергей Никитин - Рио-рита » Гиви Чрелашвили - Кому что нужно » Геннадий Жуков - Речитатив о ночном выпасе » Голубые береты - Нам с тобой, братан » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Мышеловка » Григорий Данской - Филологическим друзьям » Григорий Дикштейн - Случайный докладчик » Геннадий Чугуев - Медвеженок » Геннадий Христофоров - Шторма в Норвежском море... » Грач Гера - Крестный мой » Григорий Данской - На огонь смотрю, на огонь смотрю... » Григорий Дикштейн - Осень идет, не ждет, не просит... » Гиви Чрелашвили - Беспутье » Геннадий Жуков - На живой ноге в бутсе адидас...
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