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Click Clack Lyrics

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap n***** be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak m**** f****z, I ain't trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like [? ] cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a f**** like an entrance
Dese old b****** betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
f*** your friendship, pay attention
b**** get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap n***** be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak m**** f****z, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, f*** u & f*** your squad
Head b**** in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc b****** like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, f*** a competition, Already murda dem
[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap n***** be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak m**** f****z, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my b****** and my n*****, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... [? ]
b****** don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a f*** about a b**** & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap n***** be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak m**** f****z, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
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