That can get on an up tempo 120 man,
And still gas it.
This a whole 'nother man
A whole 'nother page of the game
Mstrkrft, what is it tho?
This ya partner 4-0 man.
Got a pocket full of stones,
Hit me on my beeper,
I mean my metro phone
In the kitchen with a chicken
The block, the curb, the turf, booty flickin', (flea flickin')
Grown folks call me mister,
Everybody wants to take a picture with a fixture (click click)
Little homies make it hot, don't call me 40 watter,
Call me guac in my sock
I'm a real tycoon,
Ex d-boy probably know me on the moon
Its a whole 'notha segment,
The episode where my wallet gets pregnant
Ching, go ahead pump yo breaks,
We don't smoke shake,
We only smoke grape
And I'm still with this shit.
Everybody love how I pump my spit
Lyrics submitted by detroitx
"Click Click" as written by Jesse Keeler Al Puodziukas
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