Представляем точный текст композиции "Click Click" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Wild Boyz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Click Click» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Wild Boyz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Wild Boyz - "Click Click"
Lyrics to Click Click : [CHORUS x2] Anytime you come to New York City click, click Juvey money, give me your shit click, click Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed All yall niggas gonna die word born [Ms. Cali] Im an east coast bitch Pull, cock, spit Hot boys shit Straight, run your shit Bling, bling Yeah i want the rolex and chains Medallions and rings Bracelets and earrings Comin up north Stuntin, niggas we gunnin Hit yall for somethin Hit yall for frontin Bitch cat mark from the blocks where i be at Juvenilell get slapped Bet u understand that B.G., I got you Dope needle pop you Stompin with big dogs Lil Wayne wrong game Hop turn south My click still rocks Eat your face New York Style, youll get it in streets New getty the streets Beat your head to a break beat Fuck B.G. Ill merk Juvenile Lil Wayne, you still a child Stay in your place, Fo i empty in you face You bitch cats get mashed out, catch you in my city Dont check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50 Ear to ear Bring yo monkey ass up here B.G., them lips, hammers pushed through your shit Up against the wall, bling, comin off your wrist Face that wall, where yo chopper now bitch Runnin now trick, its New York City We dont play fair nigga, we get gritty Fuck New York ha Slick talk ha Quick talk ha We gone fuck you ha Yall been played out Lungs hanging out Eyes open war you gone die in New York [chorus x2] What kinda boy put a glock in your head What kinda boy make sure you dead (wodie) What kinda boy take it off your wrist Shove the fifth through your lips Slap the shit out yo chick (wodie) What kinda boy run New York with thugs See them Hotboy niggas fill em up with slugs (wodie) What kinda boy run with cats in the south See Juvenile and Wayne, put the gat in they mouth (wodie) What kinda boy cant respect B.G. With them big ass lips, how that nigga gone speak (wodie) What kinda nigga wild out in the club Signing Hotboy shows, just to stick um up (wodie) We dont like yall niggas for real We catch you in New York, click click you deals (wodie) What kinda boy catch Wayne on my girl Put the heat into his braids, give that nigga the curl Boy you got that watch on Gat you up Boy you got that ice on Gat you up You got a 30 mil deal huh Gat you up You dont know about the real huh Gat you up My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot [chorus x2] Wild Boyz run up in your studio bitch Let me catch you in New York on some hot boy shit Ima murder you, yall niggas cant come up here We got niggas in the hoop, that make yall disappear Its war son, beef, Ima burn your flesh Since yall wanna be hot, we gone burn you to death Juv, you think its sweet, since the hot bullshit We gone cool you nigga, on some gun bust shit We gone rock you nigga, on some N.Y. shit Let us out, but yall niggas cant come and chill If we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill Nigga U Understand that, clack up, done deal Break yall crack, corny nigga for this here Yall set it off, get your city, come up here Bury yall niggas, hands tied, butt fucked The block hot Wayne, show yo young ass the pain Catch yo potnas shit, word to mind itll bang All yall cowards, gun lead showers Got a bitch with a dick, face fuck yall for hours [chorus x2] [Talking] Look yall cats is assed. Yall niggas cant rhyme. How you gone settle on my click. You cant come to New York, no more. We see you its on. You cant come to Brooklyn, well rob you and send yo ass back in a box. You cant come to the Bronx, well stomp you the fuck out, muthafucka. Any one of the bubbles, yall barred. You barred from the capital of the world, muthafucka. We catch you in Jersey, we gone gang up on you niggas, take your cars and break your jaws. Its over, see lets get um. Wild Boyz lock this. My click in the south, we gone air yall out. New York, Jersey, Connecticut, yall niggas is disconnected from here. Holla back. Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil Wayne, B.G., and the rest of yall non-rappin ass niggas. We gone fuck over all yall. Yall aint Cash Money, yall crash dummies. Thats my word, Wild Boyz, east and south connection. Rest of you muthafuckas stay out my muthfuckin business, you heard me. What, what up, Wild Boyz my glock is hot, my glock is hot my glock is hot, my glock is hot my glock is hot, my glock is hot my glock is hot, my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....N-Y-C is hot ....New Jerseys hot ....Connecticut is hot ....So whatcha got ....My glock is hot ....My glock is hot [ Click Click Lyrics ]
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