Joell Ortiz - Clique lyrics

rate me

You ain’t fucking with my clique

So much they ain’t gotta spit, I got this shit

From my pocket, I lift this big and scrib the apocalypse

I’m the freshest with this ink, to stuck up bitches sex me in a blink

Give me neck until I sprinkle, I call that a little something to think

Hood rich, suit of shottie with bodies under the mink

Good chicks, I got a eagle up for birdies, if they up to par

I put a hole in one, I’m on my tiger wood shit

Rubber band grind, fuck your black car dog

I rob your black ass, now that’s black on black crime

Southern comfort and lime north

Bubble when the shoppers shit it’s summer time

Skully load you think I’m moving time so

Brooklyn and I, …I come from where that boom back

If drums from a new track, or the exchange from 2 ghet

Now…don’t do that, I head with cool that

You keep wigging that will give your do rag a new flap

And push your head do back, I’m with the bizness

No throwing led, I’m throwing dough on your head

I said I’m with the bizness, and you know I can’t go a whole verse without a

That’s my motherfucking shit, you ain’t fucking with my clique, clique, clique,

Clack, run your motherfucking shit, homie, come up off that grib, grib, grib

Back to fuck gamble for I spit, prick!