Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.)

Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.) - This Is 4 My lyrics

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[talking]

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah, music come on nigga



[Intro]

This is for my niggaz, on thye block that be grinding

This is for my niggaz, locked up doing time and

This is for my niggaz, that ain't scared to move snow

Move dro, whatever daddy get that do'

This is for my bitches, that ain't scared to set ya up

This is for my bitches, that ain't scared to wet ya up

This is for my bitches, that'll suck and swallow nut

Little daddy get down, and bring back the bucks



[Mike D]

I'ma tell ya like this, Corleone don't need ya

All I'ma do, is let welfare feed ya

Better call ya man, of you want a nigga to eat ya

And ask somebody, how Corleone treat ya

Reach ya and teach ya, 68 sequel

All you can do, is juggle balls like receivers

Head hunter pleaser, no dick teaser

Keep the X-O, in case your friends wanna meet a

Boss Hogg nigga, like Mike D

Boss Hogg, from that 3-R-D

And I rep that, S.U. motherfucking to the C

To the day that I D-I-E, nigga feel me

I'm so high, I'm in the booth getting gone

I'm telling y'all, it's that nigga Corleone

Now pop that pussy, pop that pussy

Pop that, now let me see what you got

Make your ass end drop, like the headboard knock

On the flo' give me mo', I'ma wear that puddy out

Go on show me what you bout, and represent that Dirty South



[Mr. 3-2]

Break yourself beat your feet, bring it all back to Boss Man

Make boys rubber up, don't wanna see you coughing

Dirty leg bitches, gon get my kishey-ishey

Drop that pussy for Pimpin', now keep it nicely

Hoe don't ask me questions, twerk your money maker

All night long, and buy me a thousand dollar dance

(You don't know who that is, bitch that's Pimpin' Chris

Tell 'em what you do to a bitch), breaking tricks

Snap the hotel up, in the fucking car sipping bar

High off X, or whatever it is plotting hundred dollar bills

Naw this ain't show biz, no kids

And old school playa, don't play the game right



[Hook]

Pop that pussy, pop that pussy

Pop that pussy, drop that pussy

Drop that pussy, drop that pussy

Take it down low, for a nigga to the flo' for a nigga

Know what I'm tal'n bout

Yeah, represent that Dirty South



[Clay-Doe]

Baby girl, take your position and show me

Let me see the position it's gon be, when it's gon be

Got 'em sprung, kept that tongue rolling

Give it to me mami, like you don't wanna owe me

Show me where that poll be, I know you get that money

Run aroused playing house, praying on them dummies

Mark that fire, now you fucking with a 3rd Ward rider

Southmore Slim, where playas and my priors

High rise windows, stay hit a lake causing

In the winter on the beach, in a short link mink

Dodge Charger, damn nail quarter broilers

Member for member, my click is straight brawlers

Smoke dro, 'til the end of the bottle

And lean, 'til we can't lean when we solve 'em



[Hook]
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