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beo lil kenny - click lyrics

[intro]
i’ma wipe him like i’m changin’ a baby (yeah)
oh, yeah
had a feelin’ that n+ggas were shady (this beat prodbyrtb)
beo (status)

[verse]
i’ma wipe him like i’m changin’ a baby (wipe him)
been knowin’ that these n+ggas hatin’ (i know it)
had a feelin’ that n+ggas were shady (oh, yeah)
got paid and that made ’em hate me (hate me)
changin’ the whips like i changed the baby (skrrt)
dip me in sauce and they ate it (he dead)
they ridin’ my waves, noddin’ my waves
pull up in the s mercedes (skrrt)
everybody be the biggest gangstеrs ’til the mob on they line (hе was)
soon as he get knocked down, they steady sayin’ he was one of the good guys (good guy)
i heard you said bro was washed up (huh?), but why these bodies keep on poppin’ up (why?)
check the news every other month (check it), bodies in the river washin’ up (bodies)
dude dizzy, but he still spinnin’ (spin)
i bet you all my n+ggas livin’ (i bet you that)
my bro went, f+ck preliminary (huh?)
on the mob, i kidnapped the witness (oh, yeah)
these hits be double digits (doubles)
i can hitters, they don’t take pictures (uh+uh)
we don’t do subliminal shots (nah)
if it’s f+ck you, we ain’t f+ckin’ with you (f+ck you)
sh+t sound real tough, why you in the booth? you fakin’ or what? (you fakin’ or what?)
check the feed, i ain’t seen your opps die, don’t tell me you makin’ this up (can’t be makin’ this up)
lil’ foo get in your personal sp+ce, then he facin’ you up (face him)
yo’ gang this, yo’ clique that, i make you break that sh+t up (break that sh+t up)
swingin’ on the draco with the ‘wood, they got me feelin’ like tarzan (oh, yeah)
i just od’d on an opp, n+gga, i done got hit with the narcan (got hit with the narcan)
let a hundred off in the arp, f+ck up the fire pen (grrt)
homie work, he been layin’ on your house, he know your whole d+mn floor plan (whole d+mn floor plan)
got like eight mill’ on the table, i give a mill’ to my hitman (to my hitman)
got addicted to the street sweeper, put that lil’ boy in the dustpan (dust him)
og, he a mad man, give him two+thousand for a lifespan (two grand)
you come in yo’ house, turn on your lights, rollin’ a blunt on your nightstand (oh, yeah)
i’m duckin’ the atf (atf)
money on me like i broke in the atm (oh, yeah)
i’m in the atl (uh)
anything legal, prices like h&m (everything legal)
i’m in the summer breeze, team with me, ball hard like the summer league (let’s ball)
the gangsters, they under me, knock you off, then they go and get somethin’ to eat (let’s eat)
i run with the mob, lil’ n+gga
ridin’ ’round, spot, robbin’ n+ggas (let me get that)
hit him two times with the carbon, i’m knowin’ god was with him (he had to be with him)
i’ma scr+pe him like some gum on the ground
shoot at a person, place, and noun (grrt)
we own the cars, memphis, lil’ italy (ah)
it’s understood mob run the town (the mob)
f+ck all the opps, get off the ‘gram (f+ck ’em)
if he get up, then he goin’ back down (goin’ back down)
don’t stop ’til you hear that cl!ck sound (this beat prodbyrtb)
don’t stop ’til you hear that cl!ck sound (yeah, straight up)
[outro]
cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
straight up
frrt, frrt, frrt

- beo lil kenny lyrics

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