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The Click Boss Baller

give 'em what they want Hoes wanna affiliate they self with the shot caller Cause they know I'm a baller I'm representin' nathan but the V Click shit,

your dope flow, cold max with the long dough High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers The ill niggas, Comanche style Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click

, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall, Me And My Niggaz We Gotta Ball, Made It

of O's And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and

fake price buy ice use it for the tone of snow. ball faced lier try to call me a snitch i ditch the full population with a ball faced bitch if it wasnt

Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine Homies, homies Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss

if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane To tell you the truth we havin a ball there's bitches all over the place To Tell you the truth we havin a ball

Or you want something like this Those who hate Yeah y'all just fronting on this Cute as a button Can't tell this bitch nothin' Ghetto fab whole click bubbling Diana Ross the boss

from the V Town, Duke 707" Niggas and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin' click" They damn near shitted, boss