Rick Ross, Gunplay, Rockie Fresh - Clique lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Gunplay, Rockie Fresh - Clique lyrics]
Hottest niggas in the game
MMG, tour starts 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 M be the clique my
Coupe more than your bus
Think it’s all facade
But nigga just double R
See me jumpin on stage
More chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hate to 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
He datin' a Puerto Rican (true)
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry No ID
John Legend flow the magnificent me
Rohan give me Marley Coffee by the Key
Got the weed rolled
Tour start 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’ll
Be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside ain't even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh
As I look around they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want
Yeah I'm talking gunplay, yeah I walk it too
Yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that depo true
Yeah I'm really 'bout it, yeah I out anybody
Point him out
I light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse 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 on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fir
Nigga where your feast? See
The white right here
It’s a Medellín thing everything pure
Man the clique
As I look around they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want
Yeah, yeah yeah now it's the double M dream
Team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get
The casket and the shovel
And new Olympic sevens I need
Rings and the medal
When I’m not from Trillville but I tell
'em get up on my level
I’m always going higher, I’m still mo' fire
Do a lot of stuntin' but it’s only to inspire
Remember just a year ago these
Hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak
They think I know Wale and Meek
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 they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want
MMG, tour starts 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 M be the clique my
Coupe more than your bus
Think it’s all facade
But nigga just double R
See me jumpin on stage
More chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hate to 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
He datin' a Puerto Rican (true)
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry No ID
John Legend flow the magnificent me
Rohan give me Marley Coffee by the Key
Got the weed rolled
Tour start 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’ll
Be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside ain't even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh
As I look around they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want
Yeah I'm talking gunplay, yeah I walk it too
Yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that depo true
Yeah I'm really 'bout it, yeah I out anybody
Point him out
I light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse 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 on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fir
Nigga where your feast? See
The white right here
It’s a Medellín thing everything pure
Man the clique
As I look around they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want
Yeah, yeah yeah now it's the double M dream
Team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get
The casket and the shovel
And new Olympic sevens I need
Rings and the medal
When I’m not from Trillville but I tell
'em get up on my level
I’m always going higher, I’m still mo' fire
Do a lot of stuntin' but it’s only to inspire
Remember just a year ago these
Hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak
They think I know Wale and Meek
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 they don't
Do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they
Want the, they want the, they want