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Rick Ross - Текст песни Clique
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 its 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 Im 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, Ill be on front row
Get juvilent, new benz, gold piece
Benz outside, I aint even gotta speak
New jubilee with an old gold piece
Benz outside, I aint even gotta speak
We been born cliquing in the motherfucking clique
As I look around they dont do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches man they want the...
They want the... they want the...
Go!
Yea Im talkin gunplay, yea I work it too
Yea that nigga ratted, yea that deppo true
Yea Im 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 Im from the hood, yea Im 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
Its the matter anything, everything pur
As I look around they dont do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches man they want the...
They want the... they want the...
Yea... yea...
Man its the double m dream team doing something special
About to kill the sissle, get the casket and the shovel
No olympics 7s, I need rings and the medal
When Im not from trill bill but tell em get upon my level always going higher, I steal more fire
Do a lot of stuntin but its 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, Im known to spend cake on
Just whole gag, she never fall off like kresha
And even if she do, forever Im the shit
So much dope Imma get, we legit
They aint fuckin with my clique
Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique...
As I look around they dont do it like my...
Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique...
And all these bad bitches man they want the... Rick Ross - Clique - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rick-ross/clique-lyrics.html
They want the... they want the...
Yea Im talkin yea, yea Im talkin real
Yea Im talkin b, nigga Im talkin me
Yea Im talkin bossy, I aint talkin kaleesy
Your money too short, you cant be talkin to me
Yea Im talkin lebron, we ballin off every tree
Their music drug dealin cousin, aint nothing fucking with we, me
Turn that 62 to 1-25, 1-25 to a 2-50
2-50 to a half a man, aint nothing nobody can do with me
Now who with me? vamanos
Call me hovo hefe
Translation Im the shit
Least thats what my neck say
Least thats what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years
Aint 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 aint fucking with my clique
Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique...
Aint nobody fresher than my motherfuckin...
Clique... clique... clique... clique... clique...
As I look around they dont 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 arent our rival, the un-american idols
When niggas damn dance, got em hangin off the eiffel
Yea Im talkin business, we talkin cia
Im 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 its might have been rented
You know why your people get money dont spend it
Or maybe they get money by business
Id rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignorant
I know its 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 Im looking at a crib right next to where tc live
Thats tom cruise, what ever she accused
You werent 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
Im 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 Im in vegas, they screamin like hes elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feelin israelian
Like rob after yella giselle, now thats 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
Aint nobody fresher than my motherfuckin clique
As I look around they dont do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches man they want the...
They want the... they want the...
Go!