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beltfed - clika one lyrics

[romero the lobo:]
yea, it’s that rip*gut sh*t !
that locc to the brain sh*t !
that mothaf*ckin machine gun funk !
this that mothaf*ckin beltfed sh*t !
g*money watch this here, come on homeboy

beltfed, beltfed (beltfed x8)
that belt fed sh*t, believe that
don’t get it twisted
yeah
don’t get it twisted
yeah,yeah,yeah

chorus:
when we spit like full metal jackets
out a fully automatic mac*uzi
constantly shootin
bullets slide through you
constantly shoot you
bullets ride through you
when i pull it right to you
yeah
when we pick up thе automatic
kick up the static and start blasting
leave’еm in a casket
body in the cast then
body in the casket
verse 1
romero from the clik to the dot to the 1
we could run up in the spot put my glock in the tounge
have the neighbors reporting they heard shots from a gun
cops gonna come
think i give a f*ck if i’m off in a run?
(nah)
hit the corner with the glock c*cked
heated up on hot rocks
l!cking up the block
hit’em up in the mothaf*ckin soft spot
at the wrong place at the wrong time
and this sh*t would just pop out
i’m in the middle of a hot box
with my dawg blowing up the dro
romero the lobo i’m known for rolling up the whole zone
we could hit it till it’s all gone
(homegrown)
my sh*t is just all bomb
take it back to the days
showing sacks of the haze
shooting straps
and they scr*pped out the pavement
take it back to booth where i stacked up my loot
in the 7*0*deuce on the east side of vegas
where the mothaf*ckin g’s drop, on the haters
where my dawgs pop, on the haters
leave a mothaf*cka dead and disabled
bullet holes through his dome will they pray to the dead though
i don’t ever say never the lobo willingly never
will ever pick up the pistol and get bucked
i’mma tell you right now
i ain’t no mothaf*ckin punk
can’t n0body ever say they ran through me
popping out the mouth like a automatic uzi
“what you about?”
“i’m ’bout wrecking these tracks!”
and have whatever is left
it’s what i left in the aftermath
making your lungs collapse
figured you just cuffed the rap?
f*ck nah i’m putting vegas up on the map
putting hands on, they backin out
(y’all other mothaf*ckas ain’t f*cking with that!)
i’m from the 5*0*5 double*8 live
i could tell you a b*tch when i look in the eyes
cus i took you by surprise took your mothaf*ckin life
(gotd*mn this mothaf*ckas dangrous!)
the lobo spit clips fulla ammo
for claiming dinero
romero the mero i got the heaviest metal i spit lava
hot as artillery action
ain’t ever seen nothing that packing me out like
chorus: x2
when we spit like full metal jackets
out a fully automatic mac*uzi
constantly shootin
bullets slide through you
constantly shoot you
bullets ride through you
when i pull it right to you
yeah
when we pick up the automatic
kick up the static and start blasting
leave’em in a casket
body in the cast then
body in the casket

it’s hot as a mothaf*cka up in this booth
but imma go ahead and let y’all mothaf*ckas gain your composure back
before i mothaf*ckin drop this sh*t
c’mon

verse 2:
romero from the clik to the 1
on the block with the gang
heard a shot from a gauge
getting levas for their watch and them rings
what you think you could walk around flossing that chain mothaf*ckas wonder why they get caught in the rain
robbed for their rims and their tires and their pockets and thangs
that’s the sh*t and yall b*tch
right sitting on bricks i was left as a frame when they bought us through the rib cage
(let me show’em that he b*tchmade) always wanna see his kids on the kids days
now he’s thinking that he’s card cus he lifts weights
caught him slipping on the 4th on a different way
ringing

what’s crackin’?
ay, ese i just ran out of bullets on some vatos
i’m on my way to get you

verse 3:
when i pick up the pistol i launch missle on topics
think we playing games mothaf*ckas dead but i’m not
guns pop
it’s in the drugs that make emilio go nuts
cuz when the guns bust

- clika one lyrics

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