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da wild boyz – click click (cash money diss) lyrics

[chorus] 2x’s
anytime you come to new york city
click, click
juvey money, give me your sh-t
click, click
even if i catch you in the ride, you robbed
all y’all n-gg-s gonna die word born

[ms. cali]
i’m an east coast b-tch
pull, c-ck, spit
hot boys sh-t
straight, run your sh-t
bling, bling
yeah i want the rolex and chains
medallions and rings
bracelets and earrings
comin’ up north
stuntin’, n-gg-s we gunnin’
hit y’all for somethin’
hit y’all for frontin’
b-tch cat mark from the blocks where i be at
juvenile’ll 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, you’ll get it in streets
new getty the streets
beat your head to a break beat
f-ck b.g.
i’ll merk juvenile
lil’ wayne, you still a child
stay in your place,
fo’ i empty in you face
you b-tch cats get mashed out, catch you in my city
don’t check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50
ear to ear
bring yo monkey -ss up here
b.g., them lips, hammers pushed through your sh-t
up against the wall, bling, comin’ off your wrist
face that wall, where yo chopper now b-tch
runnin’ now trick, it’s new york city
we don’t play fair n-gg-, we get gritty
f-ck new york ha
slick talk ha
quick talk ha
we gone f-ck you ha
y’all been played out
lungs hanging out
eyes open war
you gone die in new york

[chorus] 2x’s

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 sh-t out yo chick (wodie)
what kinda boy run new york with thugs
see them hotboy n-gg-s 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 can’t respect b.g.
with them big -ss lips, how that n-gg- gone speak (wodie)
what kinda n-gg- wild out in the club
signing hotboy shows, just to stick ‘um up (wodie)
we don’t like y’all n-gg-s 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 n-gg- 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 don’t 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] 2x’s

wild boyz run up in your studio b-tch
let me catch you in new york on some hot boy sh-t
i’ma murder you, y’all n-gg-s can’t come up here
we got n-gg-s in the hoop, that make y’all disappear
it’s war son, beef, i’ma burn your flesh
since y’all wanna be hot, we gone burn you to death
juv, you think its sweet, since the hot bullsh-t
we gone cool you n-gg-, on some gun bust sh-t
we gone rock you n-gg-, on some n.y. sh-t
let us out, but y’all n-gg-s can’t come and chill
if we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill
n-gg- u understand that, clack up, done deal
break y’all crack, corny n-gg- for this here
y’all set it off, get your city, come up here
bury y’all n-gg-s, hands tied, b-tt f-cked
the block hot wayne, show yo young -ss the pain
catch yo potnas sh-t, word to mind it”ll bang
all y’all cowards, gun lead showers
got a b-tch with a d-ck, face f-ck y’all for hours

[chorus] 2x’s

[talking]
look y’all cats is -ssed. y’all n-gg-s can’t rhyme.
how you gone settle on my click.
you can’t come to new york, no more. we see you it’s on.
you can’t come to brooklyn,
we’ll rob you and send yo -ss back in a box.
you can’t come to the bronx,
we’ll stomp you the f-ck out, m-th-f-cka.
any one of the bubbles, y’all barred.
you barred from the capital of the world, m-th-f-cka.
we catch you in jersey, we gone gang up on you n-gg-s,
take your cars and break your jaws.
it’s over, see let’s get um.
wild boyz lock this. my click in the south, we gone air y’all out.
new york, jersey, connecticut,
y’all n-gg-s is disconnected from here. holla back.
mannie fresh, juvenile, lil’ wayne, b.g.,
and the rest of y’all non-rappin’ -ss n-gg-s.
we gone f-ck over all y’all.
y’all ain’t cash money, y’all crash dummies.
that’s my word, wild boyz, east and south connection.
rest of you m-th-f-ckas stay out my muthf-ckin’ 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 jersey’s hot
….connecticut is hot
….so whatcha got
….my glock is hot
….my glock is hot

- da wild boyz lyrics

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