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letra de the click is not a wanna be - lil maniyak

[verse 1: playa j]
blizzo with my mizza, as i’m rollin’, bumpin’ doja, hoe
lil yo right for [?], ’cause he [?] in that 5.0
stizzop at the blade, catch ’em conin’ for the twenty spot
popo wanted to crush my n-gga, kee he got the .40 glock
s-l-v forever deep, test my nuts and you will see
nothin’ but them k!llers done for realer, that be full of p
karl got them f-ckin’ sounds, sounds that make you catch a case
plus i’m full of that funky sh-t, no wonder why i’m feelin’ great
in a day s-k shot, hit your guts now watch you drop
mane, we packin’ that sh-t that make them five-0 snitches call the cops
players they gon’ have things, players they gon’ slangin’ ‘caine
playa j my name and i’m gon’ make it in this f-ckin’ game
aggrevatе them instigators, haters stay about my rank
i don’t claim to be a k!llеr but i’m ’bout it, ’bout it, mane
brother, toss the game for me, never barrin’ no sissy hoe
s-l-v i’m claimin’, constantly drankin’ of that f-ckin’ blow

[verse 2: lil yo]
i heard all the rumors mane, that y’all shared about lil yo
but if i catch you slippin’ on your trizzack then you gotta go
jumpin’ out and sayin’ sh-t, maniyak might just make me cl!ck
havin’ psychopathic dreams, thinkin’ i wanna k!ll a b-tch
if you got some ana’, we gon’ handle that right on the spot
if you keep on talkin’ sh-t, then my f-ckin’ glock gon’ pop
watch your walk, talk for talk, then i spray that sawed-off
commence to blow your ass off, then a player barred off
barred off into the wind, ’cause i’m ’bout my dividents
when i blast the mac-10, that’s when this sh-t gonna end
[verse 3: ?]
hustlin’, strugglin’ through this world, don’t you know it’s allocate
million dollar mansion, know by [?], stayin’ away from bait
player sh-t is all in me, psycho sh-t and smokin’ leafes
take a trip away from p, wonderin’ will it take me deep
livin’ life as a thug, mane, can i claim it hoe
all around north memphis, player, n-ggas on the blow
watch me root, dead fools, player sh-t, lost your cool
later on that night, a baby lesson were caught in blue
gigglin’ b-tches, yeah i hate ’em, tryna make ’em, never save ’em
later on that night, i put her on the house, it’s time to break ’em

[verse 4: devalento]
devalento in this b-tch, junkies finna for a hit
stayin’ lit about that dope, buster what you tryna cope?
s-l-v is what i claim, stayin’ for that tommy, mane
creepin’ on the paper chase and so down just to make a stang
mary jane is in my brain, constantly tryin’ to catch us drank
n-ggas player hatin’ me, ’cause i’m from the s-l-v
’bout it, ’bout it with your cl!ck, ’cause you know we so super deep (b-tch)

[bridge]
s-l-v is on the creep, b-tch you know we [?] deep
for you n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, the cl!ck is not a wannabe
s-l-v is on the creep, b-tch you know we [?] deep
for you n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, the cl!ck is not a wannabe
[verse 5: lil t]
lil t back up in this b-tch, blowin’ on that funky sh-t
on a plate i’m servin’ bricks, mane i hate a f-ckin’ snitch
n-gga called the folks on me, from a plate i gotta bleed
see my n-gga curt and kee, askin’ for a pack of p
stayin’ high until i die, always in a friendly sky
can not open up my eyes, mane i think that i can fly
hop up in a 5.0, with my kinfolk tony yo
maniyak he on a joe, cash, you know we make it, hoe
n-gga that be wanna fight, try to test my f-ckin’ might
put you in my f-ckin’ sight, next time it won’t be so nice (b-tch)

[verse 6: ?]
stayin’ hizzigh of them packs, bl–dy-bl–dy, nightly jack
cl!cked up with the s-l-v, droppin’ these busters to they knees
f-ck around get your wig split, that player sh-t won’t never stop
ra-ta-ta-ta boom, catch you lemon, strappin’ with them glocks
test my nuts and you will see, that the cl!ck not a wannabe

[verse 7: lil maniyak]
the cl!ck is not a wannabe, s-l-v, they down with me
what’s up with the player kee, and my n-gga marcus p
mane, he livin’ dangerously, out there on the f-ckin’ street
k!lla karl bumpin’ hard, from the motherf-ckin’ start
bet you when i test my cl!ck, so we ’bout it, ’bout it, b-tch
s-l-v we [?] deep, [?] deep with the pistol, g
if you got somethin’ else to say, you know where i dwell and stay
mane, my brother yo, mane we down for whatever, hoe
in the f-ckin’ [?] i go, de and shawn got the pump
jump, he gon’ buck, so you player haters better duck
that ain’t all of the cl!ck, b-tch we not a wannabe

- lil maniyak

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