Click Bang

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Three 6 Mafia - Rap, Crunk

Click Bang

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Duration: 3:36

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[Chorus] Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I told them haters "Hate on!", and Three 6 Mafia strong Stronger than ever, ever, since they've been gone, I've been better Fuck them fakers and them tag-along fakers Smilin' in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace I can't understand how these niggas live with theyself Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself Blaow, suicide - that's a good rationale At your funeral for free, I play the piano Rest in pieces you niggas sweet like Reese's Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus You need us, you're nuttin', you're zero, you're zip, you're nada I'm 22 on the Rolls, you the hubcaps on the Impala [Chorus] Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'mma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in And if I can't get answers, say hello, to my lil' friend You fakin' like you ball and brawl and shot call I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next? Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain't shit With your mix-tapes, niggas hate, say they real, but they ain't Catch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to place Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' hot, sales droppin' Now you wanna sober up and tell these niggas you got fucked [Chorus] Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho Click, bang, bang, click, bang, bang Click, bang, bang to yo' motherfuckin' brain ho

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Credits

Writers
  • DJ Paul
  • Juicy J