ha bisogno la gente, Cash rules everything around me my click hit the money, just a couple millions Freeze! You know who it is? Ill Click, Bitches!
n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-Stuy Fly Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean Clinton Hill The Chill Red
Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C. Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads Cause our cars, be running and haunting Bitches
down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click
baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f**k cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in in this bitch
north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
at the slap ridas click we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: MJG] w-w-w.m-j-g.com give me the mic an ill give you songs
Straight bang up your head shit with Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks Hoping they whip
the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*} I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Bitch
so we can shine some get up off ur ass and n**** and grind some [chorus] flash fuckers on the tip of the gat you can put on flat but ill kill that ill
we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry. Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might
thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters We fight together we ride together right now we gon to get loud together chain gang is the click click click click
think Ya'll muther fuckers better back the fuck up, stop runnin your mouth talkin shit bout the klick It's the motha fuckin Kottonmouth Kings bitch!
Yes Darling Weezzy Baby's Squalling Take Pitches With Bricks Some Of Them With Quaters Send Em Cross Da Boreder My Bitch Is Originally From Across Da
Ya(Bitch). Who You Playing With, With That Back And Foward Shit, Nigga I Aint Staying Slick Bitch I Crap Quick. He Aint Nothing But A Sandwich, Sun Man Bitch
