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clika one – sinful seven lyrics

ey, what are you doing ese?
ey, this is barrio against barrio now
this is familia, understood?

[verse 1:]
little young mothaf+ckas with the gang+bang tactics
you little b+st+rds are getting fast
imma hitem with the automatic blast
as i laugh at the ones who was in the casket
after the plastic, rat little b+st+rds
do any mothaf+ckas on the set wanna hit you with the tech
disrespect and leave your chest open red
and if you really wanna get it forget it
cus imma hit’em with the automatic fire
retiring lives with locced eyes
mothaf+ckas outta your mind to carry your nine
and point it at mine a victim of a flatline
if we given’em a reason to ride
the venom alive to k!ll’em or not
we hit’em with the .45 nine times
it’s survive with the triple x’s
with the clik’ set tripping and we k!lling all the rivals
it’s suicidal for tryna run i’ll put a gun in your mouth
we taking them out it’s 7 mothaf+ckas as sinful as they come

[verse 2:]
do you wish to see
seven down mothaf+ckas that be coming up in the industry
counting three x’s
sinning with the clika pimpin b+tches for the endz
now i’m rolling shotgun in the benz
don’t like a jail
smoking buddha with no stems
spitting many verbal plans
story telling to my friendz of how we started to the end
a couple hoes i recommend they give you head for 20 bones
we definitely coming in this is sinful
when you come around my ?
you’re printed as just toyish minds
bet you’re lame when i rain
leaving nothing for the human brain
to maintain can you blame
when we drank a henny to the final brim
we be insane playing the game
take out the lame mothaf+ckas that boot us when we’re first came
acting like dames, soon you’ll know my name
p+rnographic triple x and clika bang bang bang
[verse 3:]
it’s the one that’ll come
i’m coming second to none
they call me no good for nothing i’m known for getting it on
but while we carry a gun their mother bury their sons
ey loko listen i’m talking you’ll be all stiff in the coffin
simon seen you b+tches that heard me rapping before
oh, you heard how i’m doing and you ain’t laughing no more
or you heard how i’m ripping and you ain’t clapping no more
romero the lobo i’m taking over control
i’m like 30 below i’m so cold
mothaf+ckas frozen in times when i flow
mothaf+ckas dirty they jaws
and i know i’m the mothaf+ckin sh+t
when i’m ripping in our show
mothaf+ckas twisting up sh+t like cyclone
with the triple x clique & the clik’ one clique you know
not giving a f+ck
but still i’m giving it up
ay loko grip up your nuts and let’s go
shotgun to the cranium explode
boulevard nights i got the hydro
i be flamming up a beat it’s time to high roll
hit a leva with the .44 and let’s go
neva get in situations that you don’t know
walk’em down with the faces of death and death row
got my cd on the shop
put my money where my mouth is
definitely it’s all about (this)
other wise no doubt no show
[chorus:] x2
put your mothaf+ckin mouth is
mothaf+ck anyone
each and everybody ever tryna doubt this
coming realer than you feel it i’m about this
tryna found out where my house is you ain’t clout b+tch
steady taking out these suckaz
and the hater mothaf+ckas putting a pistol in your mouth b+tch
cus imma murder each and every mothaf+cka
sinful seven out, the mothaf+ckas i hang around with

[verse 4:] (needs fixing)
this is just the sinful seven that got you shaking and quiking
and shivering and trembling
when we bust a rhyme better hope to find a peace of mind to keep it remembered how we taking action
moving fast as i hit your ass up with the lyrical blast
i could see good that take that
cus you make raps stay back way back
get your guns i seen back matter of fact we never cut slack
show em putos from behind
how to get back on track
and it’s like that feeling the heat packed
now you cold lost in the dark
and you don’t know how to get back
where the pimps at i’m tryna put my foot down
sippin on the town taking ober underground
like a heavyweight there i go 12 rounds
we’ll take you out without a doubt
mothaf+ckas can you feel me now?
[verse 5:]
my dawgs got mad you done f+cked up
we ain’t stoppin until we atleast bust our nuts
with dirt in my cup
we’ll leave yuh in the dust
your ass will get deceased if you try interrupt
f+cking with us you must be sick
i got up in the mix with f+cking with tricks
play at your own risk if you wanna live
asking those questions sit back and learn lessons
the sh+t that we bring out the clique come test us
there’s seven of us
you want some come get some
f+ck acting dumb if you hoes acting dumb
boy i live in the night life it’s a deadly ass battle
but this ain’t no joke cuz your ass will get smoked
late night creepin with clika “bad boy light up that toke”
slap the man out your ass cuz you tried to act tough
give you credit for trying but you can’t get enough

[verse 6:]
hit’em up from the east side (b+tch!)
bad boy in the cadillac with two o’s
strappin bags of weed to smoke on
trustee jumping in with 2 hoes
hold the beat a minute
it froze
b+boy racking them by them lows
homies, weed, hoes and mo’ shows
definite it’s the way that we roll
sinful seven, b+tch!
clika one i’m running it with a gun
bullets humming b+tch here they come
come on down b+tches get you some
look at the homie with the gold t++th
where the hoes be
bad boy from the only
clik full of clips full of ogs
in the mo’ mo’s fo’sho in them low lows, show me
told the raps to my homies, “play me”
coldest sh+t than these cold beats
smoke some?
better smoke then just choke weed
f+ck you hoes cuz that’s what y’all told me

[verse 7:]
good times in the ’70 chevrolet
rollin plenty deep everyday
because i flee steady pimping
hip+hoping through the sl!cks
city money hungry streets
where the greedy got most cheese
hundred dollar hoes one me
crazy people, big ol titties, lots of triple x+rated sh+t to see
you should peep from me
the day you can’t see
a 5th degree with the ?
+knawmean+
exclusively capital representing
gotta go for that duece+triple+o
here we go toe+to+toe the machine go
and every mothaf+ckin album to be sold
it’s toast ?
hit you fast if you slow
make it nasty
coming all original like the ?
coordinated combination
from the keys to the dome with that smell of cologne
it’s that time so i roam
puffing on nothing but the best smoke
now it’s my turn to burn it through life
we all learn that there’s too much to earn
wish again can’t be fronting i’m the best, hoe
h+ll no it takes alot who you got where they at
as a matter fact yeah i got much homies off the map
from the clique and the sins
dumping on the beats with the fat rap
guaranteed to be listened to
here’s a little something new
all my dawgs from the crew
staying true to my do’s and my dont’s
and my rights and my wrongs
how you like me now?
too f+cking bad puto sinful seven song

[chorus:] x2
put your mothaf+ckin mouth is
mothaf+ck anyone
each and everybody ever tryna doubt this
coming realer than you feel it i’m about this
tryna found out where my house is you ain’t clout b+tch
steady taking out these suckaz
and the hater mothaf+ckas putting a pistol in your mouth b+tch
cus imma murder each and every mothaf+cka
sinful seven out, the mothaf+ckas i hang around with

(put your money where your mouth is…)

- clika one lyrics

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