Clavish - Click Of My Fingers lyrics
[Clavish - Click Of My Fingers lyrics]
JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?
Ayy, Minxy, you goated yo
#### suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong
Now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me
No more, that's calm
It's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash
Chattin' 'bout wettings
Now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new
I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop
I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from
I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo
I've won bigger awards like top
Goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage
Unlimitеd linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat
I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchеstrated drills just with the
Click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for
Suckin', natural pattern
Ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it
Two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's
Never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you
Two to do up the zippers
When bro got nicked for the M
I weren't involved and still got the shivers
No matter the time or weather
Crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home
I don't know why her type's
Drug dealers and drillers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard #### the baddest boy on the block
Bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put
On my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What
Happened when I caught #### slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys
Still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're
Holdin' a mash for me
That's none of their business"
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?
Ayy, Minxy, you goated
Ayy, Minxy, you goated yo
#### suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong
Now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me
No more, that's calm
It's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash
Chattin' 'bout wettings
Now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new
I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop
I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from
I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo
I've won bigger awards like top
Goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage
Unlimitеd linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat
I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchеstrated drills just with the
Click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for
Suckin', natural pattern
Ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it
Two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's
Never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you
Two to do up the zippers
When bro got nicked for the M
I weren't involved and still got the shivers
No matter the time or weather
Crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home
I don't know why her type's
Drug dealers and drillers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard #### the baddest boy on the block
Bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put
On my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What
Happened when I caught #### slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys
Still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're
Holdin' a mash for me
That's none of their business"
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
The pack just came in
But, I'ma get that gone by
The click of my fingers whatever they offer
I make them times it twice by
The click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin
Get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books
Still drop to her knees by
The click of my fingers
JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?
Ayy, Minxy, you goated