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clika one - payback lyrics

[intro]
h-ll yeah
payback, payback
payback
payback, payback
payback

[verse 1]
i’m in the projects, hear the gunshots
from the victim
there’s a body on the ground
and i swear it felt like p-ssy when i shot that f-cker down
he’s never been to any shows
he jacked a homie for his rolls
tell the b-tch it’s what i do and tag his sh-t up on my clothes
b-tch, i’m supposed to be the man
and you the man at what you do
but if you play me like a b-tch
then i’m gon play you like one too
i’m gonna take some gunshots to the victim
suspect to the crime
once was so proud to throw his sign
now fell, victim to the nine
see, anytime you speak about my gangsta five studio rhyme
(that boy ain’t ever put in work!) ’cause you ain’t putting work to mine
you need some straps to f-ck with these
some bigger b-lls to c-ck it back
some better drugs for you to use when we come back to pay you back
you stare with the confusion
now, right there you disobeyed my gat
you seem to hate my music, won’t you listen to my cohete rap?
[?] on the run
and get your motherf-cking -ss kicked
to the verse, motherf-cker got blasted

[hook] x2
(here’s that payback)
payback, payback (you took the homie’s life, now i’m coming for some payback) (n-ggas laughed, ’til the first motherf-cker got blasted)
payback, payback (you took the homie’s life, now i’m coming for some payback) (revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ p-ssy, bow down)

[verse 2]
[?] mi pistola
[?] chingazos [?]
[?] controlandos [?]
[?] mi vida loca, [?] cocaína
[?] chingazo madre
[?]
and i call it payback

[hook] x2
payback, payback (you took the homie’s life, now i’m coming for some payback) (n-ggas laughed, ’til the first motherf-cker got blasted)
payback, payback (you took the homie’s life, now i’m coming for some payback) (revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ p-ssy, bow down)

[verse 2]
locced up with the motherf-cking wolfgang
bloodhound, g-ngb-ng, put em up bring em down
never f-ck around, make a clown frown when i buff
what the f-ck, put em up if you can for the hood, dog
like i’m out with the (trucha)
[?] never was [?] for the cal
lookin’ like a ragdoll
(hittin’ hard)
hittin’ hard like a handball
’cause that [?] when the night falls
when the creep in the night, crawl
with the lights off
never drive off
to the [?], pick em all, some
jump with the pump, and the dump them punk in my trunk
and i’m in my lowrider
pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
[?] survivals, k!llin off rivals
what’chu gonna ride for? what’chu gonna die for?
when someone gets shot and you wonder who it was
could’ve been your homeboy, could’ve been your cousin, could’ve been your brother, could’ve been the homeboys k!lling each other
would you take a bullet for your home boy?
ask yourself and really think about it
when you simulate that, would you get payback?
would yall get rowdy?
[?] peers that died before me
if i die for you, would you have your crew go out and ride for me?
(now [?] means the most to you)
i’ll die for the ones that love me
the strap to your -ss is silent, the trigger [?] and the [?] got my payback

- clika one lyrics

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