Correction Lyrics Anna Got Me Clickin’ by DJ Paul

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'Til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow

H'izz'o, don't you kn'izz'o that that anna got me f**kin' clickin'
Keep that sh'izz'it to yourself, h'izz'o you just testin' pimpin'
When you testin' pimpin', ho
You limpin' towards your f**kin' death
H'izz'id in your grave, full of rage, with your bad self
Made my pimpin' just a little bigger, bustas can't compare
Smoke them lemons like some mega blunts, put 'em in the 'izz'air
Put them busta suckas in the wind, Mr. Ibn
Dwellin' with the lunatic, Fl'izz'y has no f**kin' friends
Friends that turn they back
'Cause they a** done turned in f**kin' green
Green with envy, jealous b*t*hes tryin' to kick it on Fly scene
But them lemons claim they got your back, lay it d'izz'own Jack
Cl'izz'ick with some trill n***as, buck them n***as on Lil's sack
Like hangin' on my n***a sack, mr. Fly can't stand this sh*t
'Cause if you hangin' by my nuts, then h'izz'o, you can suck my d**k
Fl'izz'y 'bout to clown, 'cause I'm down on that funky sh*t
Tr'izz'ick talkin' sh'izz'it, busta suckas, come get some of this
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow

Busta in a crowd, talkin' loud, you ain't sayin' sh*t
Run your m'izz'outh like a junky fiendin' for another hit
Shut your f**kin' tr'izz'ap, ho, before Lil Fl'izz'y come on in
Have you h'izz'eard once before, I'm evil with Fly skin and grin
Grinnin' and I'm schemin', trick, I'm thinkin' how to touch this ho
Fl'izz'ow, get that ch'izz'o out the stash, this lemon gotta g'izz'o
Strappin' in the nino five, chillin' in the nino quad
Three aimed weapons at yo' a** if you think Lil Fly gon' nod
Ho, I just can't nod, oh my God, what you gonna do?
If you clicked up with them pigs, mr. Fly gon' buck you, too
Ch'izz'll under sounds, lay you down, split your f**kin' crown
Crown in half, make me laugh, how you like Fly 80 rounds?
As Lil Fl'izz'y cross your ground, ho, you feel the mega clutch
Your st'izz'ash, ho, I gotta bust, and put your d**k up in the dust
Don't you think I'm finna jump because you got that trigger itch
Come and get you some, body numb, none son of a biatch!
Yeah, ho
This Lil Fl'izz'y on that mothaf**kin' Fl'izz'ow
To [?], b*t*h
Put them mothaf**kin' jackets on Fly back
Ho, you talkin' all that weak a** sh*t
You need to come and get some of this
You know what I'm saying?
My n***a Bl'izz'o in this mothaf**ka, my n***a Lil Boom
Clickin', you know what I'm sayin'?
My n***a Lil Tony, Peewee, [?], the Orleans clique
All my n***as down South Park, that anna got us clickin'
And we ain't trippin', ho, 'cause we on that snow
My n***a [?] in this mothaf**ka

H'izz'i don't you kn'izz'o, you corruptin' up your f**kin' life
Puttin' them jackets on Fly back, it's gonna be a deadly night
Stayin' out of sh'izz'ite, ho, is what the f**k you better do
Tell them folks "Fly on that dope, Lil Fl'izz'y gonna get you fool"
Ho, you test my pimpin', busta b*t*h, you better dodge and duck
Hit the fl'izz'y on that fl'izz'unk, ho, I just don't give a f**k
Tr'izz'ick just start tradin', pockets takin', cause a hit and rob
F'izz'uck you, you Northern Memphis n***a tryin' to claim you're hard
Brokeish a** n***as stealing cars, takin' on that scar
Fly heard it through the grapevine, ho
You locked up for a [?] charge
What's up to your brother, n***a, who you just be traitin' on
Momma she just buy your clothes, while you be lickin' pu**y Jawn
How you claimin' f**kin' clout
When Tone Tree Posse punked you out?
Ho, you should have known that it's on, 'cause I'm from the South
So when you think of testin' nuts, h'izz'o, don't you think of me
In your mind, Lil Fly will become Fl'izz'y gonna get you, G
Your n'izz'i claim a b*t*h out to your name, we stalkin' on the front
Throw your hood, and smoke you, fool
While smokin' blunts, and hit that puff
So, if you smell your nuts, and think you tough
Fly ain't finna run
Yo d'izz'own, we'll RedRum you, b*t*h
So h'izz'o, come and get you some
'Til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow
'Til-'til you hold 'em out, mothasuckas come get some of this
An-an-anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cause I'm on that snow

Ah, yeah, this Mista mothaf**kin' DJ Paul doin' this sh*t, b*t*h
For anyone of you ho's wanna put my mothaf**kin' name
In a song and diss me, b*t*h a** n***a
Bring that sh*t to the mothaf**kin' dope
Triple Six mothaf**kin' Mafia, ho!

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