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letra de clicked up makin' stangz - da crime click

[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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