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Gunplay
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Clique (Remix)
[Intro:Rick Ross] Hottest niggas in the game MMG, tour starts in a few weeks If you fucking with it, fuck with me Ha ha
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck Double MB the clique my coupe more than your bus Think it's solved to sward, but nigga just double up See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras Bitches been going wild hit the 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, see dating to Puerto Rican All gold jewels in this snow white mink Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me Roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key Got the weed roll twist hard 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 the 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 aint' even gotta speak New Cuban link with the all gold piece Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh
[Hook: Big Sean] As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want
[Verse 2: Gunplay] Yeah I'm talking gun play, yeah I'm walking too Yeah that nigga ready, yeah that defo true Yeah I'm really bad yeah I out anybody Pointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out it Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more Yeah in front of hood, yeah I'm from the floor Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door Kitchen on door, pitchin on purp Free different digies all lit up like a fur Nigga where your fee, see the white fright hair So matter ain't think everything pair Man the clique
[Hook: Big Sean] As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) And all this bad bitches man they wonder They wonder, they wonder, they wonder
[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] Yeah yeah yeah Now extra 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 too inspire Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in mink 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
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[Verse 4: Jay Z] Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih Yeah, I'm talking B, nigga, I'm talking me Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis Your money too short, you can't be talking to me Yeah, I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250 250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe Translation: I'm the shit, least that what my neck say Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since the second grade He never told. Who we gonna tell? We top of the totem pole It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team And all our eyes green it only means one thing You ain't fucking with the clique
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[Verse 5: Kanye West] Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci My girl a superstar all from a home movie Bow on our arrival - the un-American idols What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same Except mine tinted and his might have been rented You know white people get money, don't spend it Or maybe they get money, buy a business I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse He wasn't really drunk he just had a frew brews Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage Everything I do need a news crew's presence Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves I'm way too black to burn from sun rays So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii About how I could build a new Rome in one day Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis But I just wanna design hotels and nail it Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian Went through, deep depression when my momma passed Suicide, what kinda talk is that? But I been talking to God for so long And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back Fucking with my clique Go!
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