- The Click Out My Body 歌詞
- The Click
- Tennessee tighty, I went out my body
Had a little too much to drink Almighty
God can you show me some leeway
Im seein twos on the mutha ****** fr, a freeway
I comin out the gate crooked and Im loosey
Got the tech and my deck and some mob music
Hit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty doosey
Drinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice
Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in
One or less more violation and hes lookin at ten
So we gon live it up and act bad balls
And party til the mutha ****** wheels fall off
Hope those wheels aint made of stone
Five in the mornin and I still aint home
Man, Im tore like never before
On the couch assed out with my eyes on low
Tonight we gon smoke
Burrito size Taylors served with Vegas
Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes
Steak and chicken, eggs and grits
Clicked out **** makes platinum hits
I dont really know why ****** made me go way out
My body way out, my body
I dont really care if the popoes stop and stare
Im way out , my body way out, my body
Aight B
I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked
Multi-orgasms and the ***** collapsed
From the back I bash , all night I last
When I grab that ass long **** ya daz
A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma
Man, that ***** had miles on her
****** wit a pimp, *****, you aint heard
You can start me in the mornin witha bottle of birds
Lick on the hip and watch the ****head rise
Up under your legs, in between your thighs
Long range pimpin, LRPs
No high jeans no ticks and fleas
Wake me in the mornin cuz at night I snores
Alcohol comin all out my pores
Four-door drivin and Im fast asleep
***** next to me in the passenger seat
I dont really know why ****** made me go way out
My body way out, my body
I dont really care if the popoes stop and stare
Im way out, my body way out, my body
Certified top hat, one of the truest
Timin like my ****** up in east St. Louis
Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift
My ****** in the H-Town smoke the spliffs
Juice and Vodka, the tower of power
A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour
I dont stop perkin keeps in goin
A full house in my dank room blow air
***** disrespect, dont let it slide
Go get your entourage fool time to ride
I spots red lights and Im loose and lick
Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms
But this time man, its a false alarm
I really wish I took another route
But Im gone out my body way out
I dont really know why ****** made me go way out
My body way out, my body
I dont really care if the popoes stop and stare
Im way out, my body way out, my body
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