Sir Michael Rocks

Sir Michael Rocks - The Clique lyrics

rate me

It’s like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

It’s Young Veggies

My plans right my funds ready

I say my name, she can take that in

Then forget it, it’s a regular brain

Bend it over, back it up

That cool kid put it in the bag

I rhyme flows and revive hoes

Dream big, my mind blown

Fuck with the clique this rap shit to lick

All my niggas on girl go and take your pick

Every time they come through they always takin’ picks

Like hold up, we can do that later

I realized and I thought about it

Like why even rap about your head is?

I love y’all, I trust y’all

I’ll probly never get enough y’all

I came here, my trucks on

That west side connection

I shine hard, you know this

Put time in, I’m focused

Girl you can get it by the ocean

So smooth in these pro tours

Lifelike photo shoots

I know you see me doing my thing

It’s like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

I but a pea down, slang motherfucker, slang

I got your girl givin’ me brain on cocaine

I chef the guy solid, dressed in propane

A little baby greens makes with role man

I’m feelin’ gnarly in these Cartis with the wooden frames

Michael got the buffies, know that he probly feelin’ the same

Pretty glasses and pretty asses, all flock and pretty masses

Niggas tryin’ to be like Tris, need to pay for these pretty glasses

Can’t swerve in my lane though, bless you in the crashes

Cost for you to swag here and you know we taxin’

Mobbin’ with the clique, got your bitch lookin’ sick

I’m a silky ass player with some pimpin’ ass spit

It’s like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

Am ‘bout to bust that paper down

You already know my favorite sound

Many tried to stop me on some label shit

But now I’m more swag - more paid

This lame ass nigga try to go straight

Back when you could’ve been so paid

I’m flyin’ by in that Porsche

A ounce of dope in that norfex

My ex girls, we missin’ them

Like Shorty K and them court dates

I’m on the move, love my fam

I’m uncle Luke, fuck Uncle Sam

I’m glad to see my vision grow better than the original

Oh this mali guy be trippin’ mane

Everything just went digital

Tryin’ to put you on my team, bitch

Seein’ you pass the physical

I want it, I see it, I need it, I gain it

All never happened

This is the team, if you tryna get cream

You should probly follow the cat

It’s like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up

Cellphone, swolled up

Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)

Can’t fuck with the clique <br />

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Thanks to jj.

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