Screwed Up Click
Screwed Up Click - This Is 4 My songtekst
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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]