Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pussy in the Click , by - Willie D. Release date: 04.10.1999
Song language: English
Pussy in the Click |
| Signin loyalty contracts |
| You muthafuckas is bitch |
| Takin a nigga kindness for weakness |
| Wishin I knew some of y’all niggas was hoes |
| A smile ain’t nothin but a frown turned upside down |
| Watch these niggas |
| Say nigga, you’se a hoe if I ever seen one |
| Pay me my fuckin dough when I see you then some |
| Clear the way, fuck was comin out of that fool’s mouth? |
| Here comes the realest nigga down south |
| Have you ever had a nigga in your muthafuckin click |
| Claimin that he real, but he’s a muthafuckin bitch? |
| Actin all hard, nigga can’t squab |
| Give that bitch your dope and watch his ass get robbed |
| Gotta watch my back, cause these niggas are makin dirty moves |
| Screamin that they down, when in fact they hatin on the crew |
| Call me a fool, but I roll on them sons of bitches |
| And I don’t give a fuck about the consequences |
| I’m jumpin fences, it’s me, the police kinda fat |
| Cause my muthafuckin homie downtown rat |
| Homicidal ideas crossin my mind |
| Bitches callin my parole officer lyin |
| Can’t seem to find a true pal |
| You say you’re down with me, but tryin to fuck my gal |
| Thought you was real, nigga, but you fake as shit |
| Yo girlish ways make you a pussy in the click |
| (Pussy in the click, pussy in the click |
| I got a muthafuckin pussy in the click) |
| Remember when you brought hoes to my crib, and vice versa |
| After the club gettin pussy on the dresser |
| Fuckin in the same room, that’s how it was |
| If I had a quarter, it was yours |
| Like a crackhead and his pipe, me and you was tight |
| So fuckin close we even dressed alike |
| You used to say, «Fuck L.L. and Run-D.M.C |
| They can’t fuck with my nigga Willie D» |
| But then I started makin money |
| And you started actin funny |
| Tellin people I changed |
| Speakin bad on my name |
| But I’m the same muthafucka that saved your life |
| When them killers was tryin to get you at the club that night |
| Comin off tour, kickin you down on the strenght |
| Bought your kids Christmas gifts and paid your goddamn rent |
| I can’t believe all the shit you said |
| Puttin my business in the sewer |
| Gossipin like a bitch, nigga, you a |
| (Pussy in the click, pussy in the click |
| I got a muthafuckin pussy in the click) |
| Fraud niggas, stay out of my reach, capisc' |
| And get your own shit like Lil' Kim, you goddamn leech |
| Don’t make me preach, cause I can talk about this shit for days |
| Sheift-hearted bastards and they bitchy ways |
| These niggas out for self, they can’t be trusted |
| In your face when you got paper, but where they at when you busted? |
| Well adjusted to ridin solo, who needs a friend |
| When every nigga and his mammy tryin to win on ya? |
| I fight by myself, get drunk by myself |
| Smoke weed by myself, cause I don’t need no fuckin help |
| Watch your step, cause loyalty is taught to locate |
| ]From the streets to the suites everybody so fake |
| Snake in the grass, I see your ass, and it’s tremlbin black |
| We ran a train on that hoe, and you keep doublin back |
| Now we don’t speak, but it ain’t my fault you fell in love with that bitch |
| Down to play, now you stuck with a pussy in the click |