Clicc Clacc Song Lyrics

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Song:– Clicc Clacc

Singer:– DUSTY LOCANE & KG MORE BREESH

Album:– UNTAMED

Producer:– JordonLoud

Written:– DUSTY LOCANE & KG MORE BREESH

Clicc Clacc Lyrics DUSTY LOCANE & KG MORE BREESH

[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE & KG MORE BREESH]
Grrt, boom boom boom (Jordan, is that you?)
Cloccs, want breesh, more breesh
That shit forever, nigga
Yeah, y’all already know (Shh)
Nina Fever, get you repeater (Uh)
Long live KG

[Chorus: KG MORE BREESH]
I’m still with the click-clack, uh (I’m still with the click-clack, uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (Boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug (Thug)
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (Packed up)
Hop out, we sendin’ them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (Masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up (Act up)
Late on the Five, we blowback trucks (Boom, boom, boom)
I know the feds catch funds (Feds)
Smackin’ her ass, fat buns
Dig in her back, smashed up (Dig in hеr back, smashed up)

[Verse 1: KG MORE BREESH]
She know I don’t play
I got glizzy on me, yеah, he day, we don’t talk about it, what I gotta say?
See, if I could really put in pain
Take a trip of mine, I’m tryna buy a plane
Bread and butter with me, yeah, the B-O-K
We don’t need no other niggas in the gang (Never)
And I know you niggas know the same
Live by the gun, die by the flame
Gotta pay attention, lotta niggas hate
They don’t wanna see my brothers do they thing
I got bitches tryna do her ting
Bitch, I need your addy, I ain’t tryna stay (Whore)
If you gettin’ money, then you know the way (Bread)
We gon’ keep it comin’ every other day (Bread)
Smokin’ island pack, throwin’ grain, youngin’ on the court, tryna hit a J

[Bridge: KG MORE BREESH]
I got a lot to lose, but I ain’t got shit to prove
Gettin’ money, yeah, ain’t nothin’ new
Run into opps, boom
You was really goin’ to school, I was ootin’ with a tool
Keep it quiet, keep it cool, ’cause you ain’t got shit to lose

[Chorus: KG MORE BREESH & DUSTY LOCANE]
I’m still with the click-clack, uh (Uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (Boom, boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (Packed up)
Hop out, we sendin’ them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (Masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up (Act up)
Late on the Five, we blowback trucks (Boom, boom, boom)
I know the feds catch funds (Feds)
Smackin’ her ass, fat buns (Rrr)
Dig in her back, smashed up (Dig in her back, smashed up)

[Verse 2: DUSTY LOCANE]
My Rolly go click-clack-boom (Click-clack, click-clack)
Pussy nigga make your move (Make ya move)
Life on the line, what you gon’ do? (What you do?)
Grown man, you cannot step in my shoes
Head tap for thinkin’ y’all niggas smooth (Think y’all smooth)
Now we got us a victim (A victim)
Critical condition, we itchin’ (Itchin’)
Stuck to the code, I ain’t switchin’ (No, I ain’t switchin’)
Oh, she want to roll with the gang? (With the gang)
Gotta tuck the Nina in the purse (In ya purse)
Show my niggas what you worth (What you worth?)
Baby girl, make it twerk (Make it twerk)
Trigger finger my reaction (Grrt, grrt)
Spin for nigga, go to church (Amen)
Opposition like to lurk (Why you lurk?)
His next stop is a hearse (On hood)

[Chorus: KG MORE BREESH]
I’m still with the click-clack, uh (I’m still with the click-clack, uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (Boom, boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (Packed up)
Hop out, we sendin’ them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (Masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up (Act up)
Late on the Five, we blowback trucks (Boom, boom, boom)
I know the feds catch funds (Feds)
Smackin’ her ass, fat buns
Dig in her back, smashed up (Dig in her back, smashed up)

[Outro]
(Jordan, is that you?)

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