Paroles:
Little Boots Click

for trickin' Pay my own bail, commence to kickin' Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was, poppa don't hit me no more Disrespect my click

sight of Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat Bitchin to skins, saw that I can tell you where the mob at At the click, summer

Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy

Jet boats Bitches in bikinis with life coats Max in the isles of hawaii Or the alpine slopes Fur coats keep the bitches smilin' A little diamond Keep the pussy for a little

the city I know it's shitty, but I can do without the pity Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I

Well Let Me See You Click Ya Heels Click My Wat? Click Ya Heels Click Ma Wat? Click Ya Heels Click Ma Wat? Click Ya Heels Click Ma Wat? Click Ya Heels

that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave me and screw you, what you wanna do let me come down Po-yo got his crew got my whole click, got to come down

the beat ya heard me Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle While everyone is here watching

green diamond - 30 carrots for stuntin' I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game Slide me 200 G's and I'll do anything I've done a little