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cash click boog - fuck w/ me lyrics

[verse 1: cash cl!ck boog]
just got the call, my dog say it’s game time
he just made a play for sixty k but at the same time
june finna touch, he fresh off the main line
we finna set the city on fire, boy i ain’t lyin’
n-gga this the family, everybody cash cl!ckin’
i don’t know where i’m headed, i just know i’m on a cash mission
she ain’t tryna f-ck, i’m gone, i ain’t -ss kissin’
lookin’ for rihanna ’cause i got a thing for bad b-tches
f-ck with me, i don’t think them n-ggas should
if you lookin’ for a boss, pull up and ask to speak to boog
north central or the south, my name good in either hood
sleepin’ on me, this forty make a n-gga sleep for good
ever since a young age i been in that sh-t
never been a problem starter, i just finish sh-t
st up in this b-tch, sb up in this b-tch
and they’ll do a n-gga dirty, i done witnessed it, n-gga
say low, we still keep it j-o
my jump out n-ggas still on the payroll
i take an eight ounce out the bl!ck and fill it back up with karo
this my year, i’m finna act an a-hole, but ayy though
i hear n-ggas tryna get me broke off
behind some n-ggas that i had to rope off
they know i keep that plastic and they know that i’ll squeeze it
they p-ssy and i’m startin’ to believe it, f-ck with me

[chorus: cash cl!ck mylo & cash cl!ck boog]
this ain’t savage life or webbie
my lil n-ggas totin’ heavy and they ready
so tell them n-ggas f-ck with me
why you tryna squash the beef?
just bought a chopper that’s gon’ knock him off his feet
feet n-gga, f-ck with me
n-ggas talkin’ sneakin’ boog
then we drill him, b-tch i wish a n-gga would
i wish a n-gga would f-ck with me
we ain’t hidin’, we in the hood
cash cl!ck b-tch, let’s get this understood
we in the hood b-tch, f-ck with me

[verse 2: cash cl!ck boog]
i really know y’all, b-tch i’ll pull your f-ckin’ ho card
trippin’ off ‘caine like i’m o-dog
i ain’t trustin’ no broad
’cause she’ll have them n-ggas up in your yard
free my n-gga daddy on the phone yard
i’m finna sew the game
my n-gga red said you gotta bogard
i got this big bro, i’m finna go hard, f-ck with me
don’t get this sh-t confused, i ain’t a rap n-gga
i done robbed n-ggas, i done whacked n-ggas
shout out my brodie shy ’cause he a trap n-gga
and this mcm bag, it got a mac in it
so f-ck with me, b-tch and we’ll tear the whole scene up
they know it’s murder season so them n-ggas tryna team up
willie in the cut and you know he got that beam tucked
playin’ with street sweepers b-tch, get your -ss cleaned up
bounced fresh out of jail and got my green up
i’m in a rollie and an audi pourin’ lean up
so f-ck with me

- cash click boog lyrics

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