Clique Lyrics

Rick Ross Clique Lyrics
(Ft. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
How this niggas in the game
MMG, tour stars in a few weeks
If you fucking with it, fuck with me
Ha ha
Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double MB to clique my croup morting your bust
Think it’s solved to sward, but nigga just double up
See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hear the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four miss calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I’ve just seen the boss, see dating to Puerto Rican
All go jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key
Got the weed roll twist hard a few weeks
She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me
Man we be the clique, man I’m so the shit
Boy just simmer down, man I take the bitch
Yeah we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me I’ll be on the front row
Dick you relate new benz go piss
Benz outside aint’ even gotta speak
New to relink with the all go piss
Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh

[Hook: Big Sean]
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they wonder, they wonder, they want

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Yeah I’m talking gun play, yeah I’m walking too
Yeah that nigga ready, yeah that ..true
Yeah I’m really bad yeah I owe anybody
Pointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out it
Yeah I spill my course on your michael course hore
Yeah so the fuck what I could buy you more
Yeah in front of hood, yeah I’m from the floor
Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on door, pitchin on purp
Free different digies all lit up like a fur
Think up where your fee, see the white fright hair
So matter ain’t think everything pair
Man the clique

[Hook: Big Sean]
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder, they wonder

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah yeah yeah
Now extra double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get the casket in the shepall
And no Olympic sevens I need rings in the medal
When I’m now from Trillville so I tell em get upon my level
I’m always going higher, I’m still on fire
Do a lot of stuntin’ but it’s only too inspire
Remember just a year ago these hoes ain’t wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in mink
I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on
Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn
Even if she do forever I’m shit
So much dope I’ma get we legit
I ain’t fucking with my clique

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder, they wonder

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Stick em up, stick em up
I’m talking yet, yeah I’m talking R, I’m talking B
Nigga I’m talking me, yeah I’m talking bossy
I ain’t talking Kalisa
Your money too short, you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking Lebran we’re balling our family tree
The music drug dealing cousin aint’ nothing fucking but we
Me turn that city to the 125 125 to a 2 50
2 50 to a half of men ain’t nothing nobody could do with me
Now who with me, vamonos, call me home boy have faith
Translation I’m the shit, least that’s what my next say
His stacks with my track say, lost my homie for decade
Nigga down for like twelve years, they ain’t huggin son
Second grade, ah
He never told who we gonna tell
We top of the total poe, it’s the dream team
Miss the supreme team, and all my eyes screaming on me
Means one thing you ain’t fuckin with the clique

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder, they wonder

[Verse 5: Kanye West]
Break, break as the Louie, 8 records of Gucci
My girl a superstar all from my whole movie
Bown to our rival to our American Idols
We niggas damn past, got them hangin off the ifle
Yeah I’m talking business, we talking CIA
I’m talking John’s tenin I’ve seen em the other day
He ask me about my Maybach think he had the same
And sip Montana and he’s might have been raining
You know white people get money don’t spin
Or maybe they get money by business
I’d rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignite
I know spike lead gonna kill me but let me finish
Let man on the pigment, we live with no limits
And go master piece, at least it was just a fragment
About imagination empty be criss, now I’m looking at the crib
Right next what Tissy leave
That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He weren’t really drunk he decided free bruise
Past of refreshment so cool cool barish
Everything I do needs a new cruise presence
See both swerve homie bout you full of wave
On way to black to burn from some rave
So I just meditated the home and palm pay
About how I could build a new rome and one day
Every time my man Vegas and screaming like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling is rreal
You know just like Bar Rafaila, Gisele no that’s Brazilian
With-rough, deep depression when my mama pass
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I’ve been talking to God and so long if you look in my life
I guess he talking back, fucking with my clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than ym mother fucking clique
’cause I look around and I’m doing like my clique, clique
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder
Maybach Music

Rick Ross – Clique Lyrics

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