Clack Clack-Buddha Monk

歌手 : Buddha Monk

专辑 : Prophecy Reloaded

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:57

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TXT Clack Clack-Buddha Monk 文本歌词

Clack Clack (噼啪响) - Buddha Monk

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Talking sh*t Juice Buddha Monk uh

The f**k

Alright ok alright let's go yeah

Two of the greatest pirates

I like gluey ice

Chain like kool G's twice

Japanese shorty do me

Naughty sushi night

Blue jeans gucci hair wrapped in a doobie ice

Platinum ruby cast in cream got her nice

You all grab and squeeze booties

I get head in the bed

Where the coed suny

Puerto rican groupies do me

You all lose me not enough beat to catch up

I'm already squeezing

You all picking you all gats up

Don't get it twisted

Act up left in a casket

Calculus professors can't even add my math up

Too much hoes

Never could be too much gold

I poly with the crack

You all niggas rap I just flow

I mastered that dough

Life's a b**ch I harassed that ho

Young thugs and I'm laughing at po

After that dough spit that action packed flow

I'm still number one when

I'm last on tracks yo I rock slow

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

We aim your hat's at ni**a

You ain't

What the f**k is this beef ni**a

Then let's settle this sh*t

I was born a dirty bastard

When my daddy stuck dick

I major in gun toting bring your wack a** beat

I silence the lamb that think that he want it with me

My gun blazes four mics

Nuff to bring all night

Take on the nice souls

Remove all you assholes

No need for duck low

You outer bug gets holes

Clack clack the fo fo

Clack clack and make sure

It's daddy warbuck

War for willing armed and ready

No mission big

No mission small

So f**k all of you all

Your cats think you're rapping kid

You better suit your happening

Weak chicks

Weak clips and also

Weak dicks

Ain't that a b**ch

Keep your game run your sh*t

It looks better on my wrist

Then it did you b**ch

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

I aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't that phat

Understand black

When the gun goes clack clack

We aim where your hat's at ni**a

You ain't

We used to play our truth or dare consequences

Now we play with pop getters

Hard hitters that'll shut down your spot ni**a

I'm not the same kid that used to cut in school halls

Sex in back stairs

Spitting gum on walls

I'm how that west was won I left your son

Copped ten from yo show

Break out with yo ho

And you probably thinking

He's not the best MC

But it's best for your health

That you don't mess

Yo give me the night

'Cause I ain't had a good day in a long

Right or wrong

I write bombs entice the norm

I'm precised informed

I'm bright when the lights is on

And a lot claim they hot

But they writing wrong

And I really don't think this cat is ready

'Cause we'd type the fight with knifes

Gats bats and semis

Blasting any war wounds

Splash on henny

And if you snatch by the enemy

Then stash your memory

Cash and envy

Clack clack

It's Brooklyn

Clack clack

It's Brooklyn

Clack clack

It's Brooklyn

Clack clack

It's Brooklyn