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Click Five The Love Still Goes On

love still goes on Goes on, goes on, goes on, on, on Goes on, goes on, goes on, on, on Love goes, love goes on Love goes, love goes on Love goes, love goes on

don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches

their money to the drug dealers Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas A black warrior, finger on

finger went, back and forth Repeatedly rapidly niggas wanna jump bad wid me Nigga fuck that shit that's why I copped me a glock and went Pop pop pop, I love the sound it goes click

Serv-On, Silkk) [Silkk] Huh, what! These niggas have got me so and so. Shit they can't get out of. Man, shit. Picture I got my niggas Gambinos. Serv-On

getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes, Still

that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like my

look like Sharon Stone Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown Like 40 years old, still pickin' average poems [Young Zee] And now it's on, ya

you industry faggots, I come to work Emergin' from the hurt, that life was and still will be Took a shower at the dungeon, dried off and was still filthy