Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Clique lyrics
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Hottest niggas in the game Mmg, tour stars and a few winks If you fuckin with him, fuck with me Hah? Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck Double m be the clique, my coup more than a bus Think it’s all a façade but nigga this double r See me jumpin on stage, more chains than mardi gras Bitches be going wild, hit the sound – cliché Give me 2 bitches, we could do this 3 ways 4 missed calls on my iphone 5 6 feet tall, got me fightin for my life Telephone last ringin, calling angie martinez Think I just seen a boss, he datin a porto rican All gold jewels in a snow white mink Kanye shoes, already know why I gee John legend flow, the magnificent me Row hard, give me molly coffee by the ki Got the weed roll, tour start in a few weeks She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me Man we be the clique, man I’m so the shit Boy just send mine down, man I take the bitch Yea we at the game and we sit front row Every time you see me, I’ll be on front row Get juvilent, new benz, gold piece Benz outside, I ain’t even gotta speak New jubilee with an old gold piece Benz outside, I ain’t even gotta speak We been born cliquing in the motherfucking clique As I look around they don’t do it like my clique And all these bad bitches man they want the... They want the... they want the... Go! Yea I’m talkin gunplay, yea I work it too Yea that nigga ratted, yea that deppo true Yea I’m really routing, yea I out anybody Point em out, I light it join and take his face in out it Yea I spill my chords on your michael chorus whore Yea so the fuck what? I could buy you more Yea I’m from the hood, yea I’m from the floor Holes in the roof, hardly had a door Kitchen all burned, pigeon on perm Three different digies all lit up like a fur Nigga where your feast? see the white bright here It’s the matter anything, everything pur As I look around they don’t do it like my clique And all these bad bitches man they want the... They want the... they want the... Yea... yea... Man it’s the double m dream team doing something special About to kill the sissle, get the casket and the shovel No olympics 7’s, I need rings and the medal When I’m not from trill bill but tell em get upon my level always going higher, I steal more fire Do a lot of stuntin but it’s only to inspire Remember just a year, girl these hoes they wanna speak Now they all be tryna freak, they think I know I layin me I got a bad white bitch, I’m known to spend cake on Just whole gag, she never fall off like kresha And even if she do, forever I’m the shit So much dope I’mma get, we legit They ain’t fuckin with my clique Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique... As I look around they don’t do it like my... Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique... And all these bad bitches man they want the... They want the... they want the... Yea I’m talkin yea, yea I’m talkin real Yea I’m talkin b, nigga I’m talkin me Yea I’m talkin bossy, I ain’t talkin kaleesy Your money too short, you can’t be talkin to me Yea I’m talkin lebron, we ballin off every tree Their music drug dealin cousin, ain’t nothing fucking with we, me Turn that 62 to 1-25, 1-25 to a 2-50 2-50 to a half a man, ain’t nothing nobody can do with me Now who with me? vamanos Call me hovo hefe Translation – I’m the shit Least that’s what my neck say Least that’s what my check say Lost my homie for a decade Nigga down for like 12 years Ain’t hugged his sun since the second grade Uh, he never told Who they gonna tell we chopper the totem pole This the dream team, least a supreme team And all our eyes grinning only means one thing You ain’t fucking with my clique Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique... Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfuckin... Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique... As I look around they don’t do it like my... Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique... And all these bad bitches man they want the... They want the... they want the... Break records at louis, ate breakfast at gucci My girl a superstar, off from my home movie They aren’t our rival, the un-american idols When niggas damn dance, got em hangin off the eiffel Yea I’m talkin business, we talkin cia I’m talkin george tinnin, I seen him the other day He asked me bout my maybach, think he had the same I said mine tinted and it’s might have been rented You know why your people get money don’t spend it Or maybe they get money by business I’d rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignorant I know it’s by grigo, get me but let me finish Blame it on the pigment, we live in no limits And gold masterpiece, at least was just a figment Of my imagination, emptied the cribs Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where tc live That’s tom cruise, what ever she accused You weren’t really drunk, he just had through bruise Master refreshments, a crew cool beverage Everything I do need a news cruise presence T-bow swerve, homie watch out for the waves I’m way too black to burn up the sun rays So I just meditated the home in pompei About how I could build a new rome in one day Every time I’m in vegas, they screamin like he’s elvis But I just wanna design hotels and nail it Shit is real, got me feelin israelian Like rob after yella giselle, now that’s brazilian Went through deep depression when my mama passed Suicide? what kind of talk is that? But I been talkin to god for so long And have you looked at my life? I guess he talkin back Fuck him with my clique Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfuckin clique As I look around they don’t do it like my clique And all these bad bitches man they want the... They want the... they want the... Go!