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Three 6 Mafia

Genres: Hip-Hop

Click Bang Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong 

Stronger than ever, ever since they've been gone I've been better 

Ffuck them fakers and them tag along fakers 

Smilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace 

 

I cant understand how these niggaz live with theyself 

Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself 

Blaow, suicide is a good [Incomprehensible] 

At your funeral for free I play the piano 

 

Rest in pieces, you niggaz shriek like breezes 

Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus 

You need us, you're nothin, you're zero, you're zip, you're nada 

I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

I'ma 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 cant 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, niggaz 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, getting hot, sales droppin 

Now, you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got fucked, yeah 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

Click bang, bang 

To yo' motherfuckin brain, hoe 

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