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Rick Ross - Clique Feat. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh Lyrics

Hottest niggas in the game
MMG, tour starts in a few weeks
if you fucking with it, fuck with me
ha ha

Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck
double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
think it's so bizarre, then nigga just double up
see me jumpin on stage, more chains to Mardi Gras
bitches been going wild hate to sound Cliche
give me two bitches we could do this three ways
four missed calls on my iPhone 5
bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life
telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
nigga i seen the boss, he dating a Puerto Rican
all go jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow to magnificent me
roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key,
got the weed roll tour starts 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 simmer down, man I take your bitch
yeah we at the game and we sit front row
every time you see me I be on the front row
Big Cuban link, new benz gold piece
benz outside i aint' even gotta speak,
New Cuban link, with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
you know this bad bitches they wonder, they wonder, they want,

Yeah I'm talking gun play, yeah I walk it too
yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that depo (deposition) true
yeah I'm really bout it, yeah I'll out anybody
point 'em out and light a joint and take his face and out it
yeah I spilt my Coors on your michael kors whore,
yeah so the fuck what I could buy you more
yeah I'm from the hood, yeah 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 feet see the white right here,
It's a Medellin thing, everything pair

Man we be the clique,
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
and all these bad bitches man they wonder
they wonder, they wonder, they wonder
yeah yeah yeah

Now extra double M dream team doing something special
bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel
new Olympic sevens, i need rings and a medal
when I'm now from trill bill 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 to inspire
remember just a year ago, these hoes aint wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in me
I got a bad white bitch I'm known to spend to cake on
just hope she don't fall off like Kreayshawn
And even if she do forever I'm shit
So much dope i'ma get, we legit
ain't no fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
(Maybach Music)
and all these bad bitches man they wonder
they wonder they wonder
stick em up, stick em up

I'm talking Ye, yeah I'm talking Ri, 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 LeBron we're balling our family tree
GOOD music drug dealing cousin aint' nothing fucking but we
me turn that 62 to a 125 125 to a 250
250 to a half a mill ain't nothing nobody could do with me
now who with me, vamonos, call me Hova or jefe,
translation- I'm the shit, at least that's what my neck say
least that's what my checks say, lost my homie for decade
nigga down for like twelve years, aint hug his son since 2nd grade
he never told, who he gonna tell
we top of the totem pole, it's the dream team,
meets the supreme team, and all their eyes gleeming
means one thing you ain't fuckin with the clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
ain't nobody fresher than my mother fucking
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
and all these bad bitches man they wonder
they wonder, they wonder

Break records at Louie, 8 records of Gucci,
my girl a superstar all from my home movie
bow on our arrival, the unAmerican Idols
when niggas up in Paris, got 'em hangin off the Eiffel
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
accept mine tinted and his might of been rented
you know white people get money don't spend it
or maybe they get money by business
I'd rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignite
I know spike lee gonna kill me but let me finish
blame it on the pigment, we live with no limits
and go master piece, at least it was just a fragment
of our imagination MTV Cribs now I'm looking at the crib,
right next what TC leave
that's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse,
he weren't really drunk he just had a few brews
pass the refreshments a cool cool beverage
everything I do needs a news crew present
see both swerve homie watch out for the wave
I'm way to black to burn from some rays
so I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
about how I could build a new rome and one day
every time I'm in Vegas and screaming like he's Elvis
but I just wanna design hotels and nail it
shit is real got me feeling is real
you know just like Bar Rafaila, Gisele no that's Brazilian
went-through, 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
Go!
Maybach Music!


Thanks to Cidi for correcting these lyrics


Thanks to Placidio Darius for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to VicBom for correcting these lyrics
 

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