Clique Remix (ft. Rick Ross & Rockie Fresh) by Gunplay
[Intro]
Hottest niggas in the game
MMG, tour stars and a few winks
If you fuckin with him, fuck with me
Hah?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double M be the clique, my coup more than a bus
Think it's all a façade but nigga this double R
See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches be going wild, hit the sound – clich�
Give me 2 bitches, we could do this 3 ways
4 missed calls on my iPhone 5
6 feet tall, got me fightin for my life
Telephone last ringin, calling Angie Martinez
Think I just seen a boss, he datin a Porto Rican
All gold jewels in a snow white mink
Kanye shoes, already know why I Gee
John Legend flow, the magnificent me
Row hard, give me Molly coffee by the Ki
Got the weed roll, 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 send mine down , man I take the bitch
Yea we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me, I'll be on front row
Get juvilent, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak
New jubilee with an old gold piece
Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak
We been born cliquing in the motherfucking clique
[Hook]
As I look around they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches man they want the..
They want the.. they want the..
Go!
[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Yea I'm talkin Gunplay, yea I work it too
Yea that nigga ratted, yea that deppo true
Yea I'm really routing, yea I out anybody
Point em out, I light it join and take his face in out it
Yea I spill my chords on your Michael chorus whore
Yea so the fuck what? I could buy you more
Yea I'm from the hood, yea 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 feast? See the white bright here
It's the matter anything, everything pur
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
Man it's the double M dream team doing something special
About to kill the sissle, get the casket and the shovel
No Olympics 7's, I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from trill Bill but tell em get upon my level always going higher, I steal more fire
Do a lot of stuntin but it's only to inspire
Remember just a year, girl these hoes they wanna speak
Now they all be tryna freak, they think I know I layin me
I got a bad white bitch, I'm known to spend cake on
Just whole gag, she never fall off like Kresha
And even if she do, forever I'm the shit
So much dope I'mma get, we legit
They ain't fuckin with my clique
[Bridge 1]
Clique.. clique.. clique.. clique.. clique..
As I look around they don't do it like my..
Clique.. clique.. clique.. clique.. clique..
And all these bad bitches man they want the..
They want the.. they want the..
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
Yea I'm talkin yea, yea I'm talkin real
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