Текст песни Klickklack - Tum Tum
They
say
guns
kill
people,
stupid
motherfuckers
with
guns
kill
people
And
I
hang,
with
stupid
motherfuckers
It
start
to
clip,
click-clack
blucker-bluck
It
start
to
clip,
click-clack
blucker-bluck
Fo'
niggas
in
a
slab,
dressed
in
black
clothes
Filling
up
the
clip,
smoke
blowing
out
they
nose
Niggas
trying
to
play
Zilla,
they
owe
the
kid
do'
The
playa
already
emotionally
fell,
for
a
stripper
ho
Oldest
trick
in
the
book,
but
fuck
it
it
still
works
Niggas
think
with
they
other
head,
when
it
come
to
them
skirts
Waiting
for
Strawberry,
to
ring
the
burner
celly
Tell
us
when
she
ready,
and
we
storming
the
telly
Patiently
waiting,
and
the
cell
phone
vibrates
Text
message
received,
room
228
Tightened
up
my
gloves,
and
walked
up
the
stairs
Tell
Brown
to
grab
a
hoody,
so
we
can
cover
up
that
bare
Now
y'all
know
Zilla,
bout
to
really
lose
his
cool
Peeped
through
the
window,
this
nigga
rocking
new
dues
Kicked
in
the
door,
one
shot
to
the
ceiling
Then
one
to
the
leg,
fuck
boy
where's
my
bread
Now
Strawberry
you
can
go,
foxy
I'll
holla
at
you
later
Get
with
Double
Double,
he'll
get
you
straight
on
that
paper
She
leave
out
the
do',
we
tie
his
clown
ass
up
Nigga
in
debt
with
the
kid,
we
gon
fuck
his
bum
ass
up
Smack
passed
this
nigga
cell
phone,
here's
the
address
for
them
chippers
Don't
try
nothing
stupid,
them
AK's
will
rip
you
And
I
was
willing
to
go
out,
like
Sylvester
in
Rocky
Guarantee
I'll
pop
it,
over
the
bread
in
my
pocket
Disrespect
me
nigga,
I
tried
to
let
it
slide
Then
we
pulled
up,
see
24's
on
your
ride
New
jewels
on
your
neck,
studs
in
your
ear
Ring
is
stung,
like
I
can't
make
it
disappear
Cell
phone
rings,
money
there
you
work
fast
Just
when
I
thought,
I
was
bout
to
smoke
your
bitch
ass
Now
I
got
my
bread,
I'm
chilling
I
ain't
gon
kill
him
(Fuck
it
Tum
let's
charge
these
niggas),
fuck
it
Gram
kill
him
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