Testarossa knows me Oh he so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking 'cause I'mma shine, that's right (Chorus) (Birdman verse 3) Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
the place I say, "What up?", he said, "Oh, yeah" and then I see her face She's the cutest I've ever seen in my life, my life The way she clicked her
My baby, gives me The finance blues Tax me to the limit Of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin' Clickety-click She says, furs or diamonds You take
I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this, thorough Atlanta click
like I was controllin', click rollin' Trickin' six digits on kicks an' still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Gimme one shot I turn trife life
child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
got one life, feelin' good tonight And this girls not stayin' home Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go Only got one life
bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by I?ma slide by sippin on that high life
sematary I don't want to live my life again I don't want to live my life not again I don't want to live my life not again
on the scene With the mind that's deranged, uh The shit that me be doin' is like far beyond the usual Rockin the mic or takin' a life I still kick funky
Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench And then click it Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin' thuggin' with me click And now Leatherface takin' your life
' soul so I can live through eternity Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life Been
they bring it all to an end. I know ya cannot choose survival, (pinch ya). Nigga tried to infiltrate the click. We're gonna get ya. No evil gets in
with the Synchro rims on Now I can get off when the wind blow But I'd like to thank You, Jesus Christ For givin' for givin' up Your life for us Now,
check up all night Catch a slug or chill Bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs Sellin' drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em Click-click
' up, made it, eternal If I struggle, thank God I'm a count my blessin' Trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson 'Cause life will be runnin
you know that'll hurt ya Serve and murda all bustas now Hard times, gotta grind, get mine Even if it means pap, that's ya life And a nigga gotta die