Clika 1/La Clika - Do or Die lyrics

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Clika 1/La Clika - Do or Die lyrics

(BAD BOY) Trucha when I pull out my cuete f** around I'ma shootcha Carrucha Six guarda cuatro Marijuana mucha With a fusca Down for the bang bang You want putaso chingaso I pull my nueve Leave it on my pedaso Soldado down wit the Clicka Vato bien malvado f** around and get dropped to the ground PAT! PAT! And I'm safe and sano With a palo Agarra cromo Little vatos down Loked up with his eyes 55-0-1 and the big gun throwin it down Ese Brown Whatchu think should I smoke 'em? Quemalo Should I smoke 'em? Quemalo Put the clip in the cuete close my eyes persinalo Truenalo But the body never turned up f** around and get burnt up Knuckle up with the big gun Get some get dumped in the back seat when I pack heat Mothaf**ers always seem to get jumped get pumped With a doce Twelve gauge f** around and I k**'em all f**'em all fill'em all cause I never fall Diablo when the mothaf**in money calls You want some pleito You will you best to pull quick I'm leavin them holes up in your chest with a full clip (BAD BOY) So let the gauge pain maintain k**'em all And lookin for bodies to put in the casket You missed it showed me you blast ed Rippin the skin and unload from plastic You f**in ba*tard He roll like sane and taking a blow to the chin So let me in Just give me the cash or you takin a blast Look at my mans don't mean a damn thing I'm still releasing the steel I'm speaking for real you f**in dill Just give me the bills to f** up the deals To stick it and k** if he was a b**h huh I'll jack you beat you and f** you till you're down But chu got an ace I'm unloadin the clip And I constantly buck you so heres a f** you From me Bad Boy the baddest one from the click And putting it down for all my soldiers I'm dippin the sticks and taking the hits uh And catching a blow to the ball My doggy dogs are jumpin the walls Because we keep disobeying the laws Ese Brown wachu think should I buck'em? f** 'em Should I buck'em? f** 'em Buck'em all the C the L the I-K The hay I'm smoking all day So hate me b**h and jack me But chu b**hes just can's stop me (ESE BROWN) Now I was 17 years old when I got my first nine Baby Black Smith-n-Wesson Teaching fools a lesson Give you the impression that I'm sick in my mente Don't have a b**h cause my b**h is my cuete She's on my side she always gats my back The first one to trip cause my b**h is a terrorist She never back talks making putos back off Hit you like a rocket when she lets the bullets blast off Countdown the last seconds of your life f**ing with my nueve don't chu know she's nothing nice Cause Mina's down got the downest b**h n the world She's all I need beside my weed and my 4-0 Trucha comming through your door with my mask on Give me your cash and all your f**in stash homes Nina desmadre my ruca puts in jale A match made in Heaven Simon ese tu sabes