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letra de click clack bang - rm (uk)

[verse]
i like four-fives but there’s not enough corn in
one call, i can get you clapped in the morning
when it’s that time, my n-ggas don’t do the talking
this rap ting’s dead when i kick the door in
seen n-ggas get clapped for a chump change
and when i see feds fam i look straight
don fizzy in the kitchen tryna cook weight
my ends turn your trap house to a gun range
i’m screaming “f-ck a snitch”, i don’t like rats
try snaking rm, it’s not wise man
everybody’s sounding all chiraq
stab wound to my abs left a n-gga with a five-pack
got no time for them shady n-ggas
put my dons in the bin, you can’t tame gorillas
and i’ll go clap a fed before i snake my n-ggas
might slide through a club with a baby nina
so brudda tell mе what you trap for
you’re the type of pr-ck to givе these hoes what they ask for
my two right hands i’ll clap for
feds come through the front then i’m heading out the backdoor
bare snakes round got me moving all para
my akh said inshallah we’re going jannah
i was bout fifteen, i robbed me a fast porsche
parked that whip up but that sh-t had a tracker
cl!ck clack bang, that’s what the burner did
man are moving booky so i’m watching who i circle with
ask about me in brum, i’m a certi kid
i was cleaning n-ggas up with a dirty stick
you n-ggas ain’t on it, you just chat cr-p
support a real n-gga, go get yourself a snapback
got the whole city on my back fam
mention rm then say narda’s the hashtag
what you know about same clothes all week?
self made brudda, every ting i got’s all me
f-ck around with my n-gga fizz then it’s all peak
this four-four will knock a skinny jeans n-gga four feet
before it gets deep and you’re calling on your fam
i’m like hitman, come round with two ballers in my hand
n-ggas know that i spray mine
and the dot-dot holds bigger t–th than the canine
i like hand tings, i can work with a shotty
you ever made a man with a body say sorry?
i make bare hot drinks, no coffee
ko my own friend, he tried spike me with some molly
there’s bare feds round my zone
if you ain’t clapping at the opps, you ain’t jumping in the ride bro
stabbed real bad, i never died though
i had the nurses pushing seaweed in my knife hole

- rm uk

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