Rep Yo Click lyrics

by

Various Artists


[Intro: Freeway & Lil Jon]
Special wear got it made ‘cause we super paid
Maybach outside that’s a super ride
Cause of homicide hit y'all with the super gauge
They ride our way ‘cause we superfly
I’m ‘bout to raise the prices I swear to god
ROC y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Freeway]
What the f*ck b*tch
Rep your mother f*cking click hey
What the f*ck b*tch
Rep your mother f*cking click hey
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t

[Verse 1: Freeway]
I'm on the streets of North Philly tryna get me some smoker
The hood filled with them vultures that’s why I roll with the semi You know my repertoire get the words from Dakota my man
Dacota Dacia give my respect to Beanie
Get cut get shaved give a cut to Beanie
Half the hood wanna merk me the other half wanna be
The boss, I floss, if a boy run up on 'em
Put some flowers up on ‘em and send ‘em straight to the coroner
Say bruh I'm tourin' while ya'll n*ggas in the way bruh
Sold a lot of yola emperor Hova down the way bruh
Trappin’ on the corner Motorola and the pay phone
Now it’s multi-millionaire neighbours where I stay bruh
Yeah I’m eating but I’m starving got a tapeworm
Pray that my name in your mouth f*ck up your taste buds
Took me to the nation and they showed me where the safe was
No hesitation always repping where I stay bruh
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Freeway]
What the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
What the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]
CyHi I’m a Eastside boy
We rather meet up, before we let the beef slide boy
Ha, had a Caprice on Alloys
Back when they used to ask me what I sell a 3.5 for
I’m from Atlanta don’t ask me what I’m wearing FILA’s for
I’m with a Magic City and a V Live whore
Pull up in the Chevy bought the T-Top Ford
Drive by’s is the only time that we drive fours
My n*ggas in the club doin’ sign language
Wrinkled faces with the bracelet let the iron [?]
Plus I got more hoes than the fire station
Violate it it's a ticket on your head that’s a citation

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Freeway]
Let’s go, what the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
What the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t
What the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
What the f*ck b*tch, rep your mother f*cking click hey
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t (f*ck 'em)
f*ck them pus*y n*ggas that ain't repping they sh*t
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