- Votes:
- Composers:
- Paul Beauregard
- Jordan Houston
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dirty south
- memphis
- rap
- three 6
 
- See also:
Three 6 Mafia - Click Bang lyrics
Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong
 Stronger than ever, ever since they've been gone I've been better
 Ffuck them fakers and them tag along fakers
 Smilin' in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace
 I can't understand how these niggaz live with theyself
 Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself
 Blaow, suicide is a good [Incomprehensible]
 At your funeral for free I play the piano
 Rest in pieces, you niggaz shriek like breezes
 Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus
 You need us, you're nothin', you're zero, you're zip, you're nada
 I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Three 6 Mafia - Click Bang - http://motolyrics.com/three-6-mafia/click-bang-lyrics.html
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head
 Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread
 All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
 And if I can't get answers say hello to my lil' friend
 You fakin' like you ball and brawl and shot call
 I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws
 Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next?
 Need to get a place to live, a crib 'cause you ain't shit
 With your mix-tapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain't
 Catch them somewhere face to face then they run from place to place
 Club hoppin', mall shoppin', getting' hot, sales droppin'
 Now, you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got fucked, yeah
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 Click bang, bang
 To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe
















