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letra de click, click, clack - drag on

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featuring: p killer trackz

yo, you never heard drag release sh-t 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 n-gg-s where the b-ms pee on
this ain’t 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 b-tches 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 f-ck out the hallway
drag hate a sometime n-gg- i bring it always
‘cuz i’m as hot as the gun n-gg-s pop from roofs
where the birds at now, act like you ain’t heard that

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

ayo n-gg-s, think they real, well, i’ma pop ’em with two
he got b-lls, 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 n-gg- who that could come through with a benz two door
but look like a ford and pull off at your wh-r-

leave a n-gg- huntin’ for the draws, wantin’ to score
it’s so he can’t play [unverified] i throw hundreds out the door
bet you be the first to pick it up for sure
‘cuz i’ma n-gg- that take from the poor and give to the poor
now you never heard that sh-t before

i probably send your kids to job corps
so what the f-ck you got a ride for
and pump crack, i just bag the b-tch 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 n-gg- below fast

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

and dirty b-tches i’m tired of grabbin’ long hair
f-ckin’ y’all from the rear, i’ma stop f-ckin’ 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 f-ggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years
in the same pit, guess who gon’ be the b-tch

you guessed it, now shut the f-ck 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 n-gg-s up and have enough rope
won’t stop tying till i get the leftover c-ke
‘cuz i circle your block like the cops
the only thing that i’ma do that they not is fire illegal shots

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

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