Rick Ross - Clique Feat. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh lyrics

rate me

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!

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