"Click Click" as written by Jesse Keeler and Al Puodziukas....
What rappers you know,
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


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"Click Click" as written by Jesse Keeler Al Puodziukas

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    General Commentthis song owns my face
    tuminatoron February 01, 2011   Link
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    General Comment"Click Click"


    Who rappers d'you know that can get on
    An up tempo one-twenty, mayne... and still gas it?

    Is a whole 'notha, mayne,
    Is a whole 'notha page of the game,
    MSTRKRFT, what is it dog?
    Mister partner 4-0 man.

    Yeah...
    (Click-click,
    Click-click.)

    Got a pocket full of stones, (stones)
    Hit me on my beeper, I mean my metro-phone, (uh)
    In the kitchen with a chicken,
    The block, the curb, the turf
    Flea flickin', (flea flickin'.)
    Grown folks call me mister,
    Everybody wanna take a picture with a fixture, (click-click)
    Little homies make it hot,
    Don't call me 40-Watter,
    Call me wolfish, my son, (uh)
    I'm a real tycoon, ex D-Boy,
    Prolly know me on the moon, (on the moon)
    It's a whole 'notha segment,
    The episode where my wallet gets pregnant, (ching)
    Go ahead I pop your break,
    We don't smoke shake, we only smoke grapes
    ...And I'm still with this shit.

    Everybody woe while I pump my spit!

    (Click-click)
    Flea flickin'...
    Flea flickin'
    (Click-click)
    Flea flickin'
    Everybody woe while I pump my spit!

    (Uh...) everybody woe while I pump my spit...!
    (Yeah,) everybody woe while I pump my spit!

    (Click-click.)
    Scissors333on June 05, 2011   Link

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