Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives. I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say. Blame it on the pigment, we living no limitsThem gold master p ceilings was just a figment. Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage. Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfucking Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. 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 Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique 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. Except mine tinted and his might have been rented. 
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Your money too short, you can't be talking to me. And all these bad bitches, man, they want the. He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews. Jetzt Fan werden Log dich ein oder registriere dich kostenlos um diese Funktion zu nutzen.
Songtext von Kanye West, Jay-Z & Big Sean - Clique Lyrics
But I've been talking to God for so long That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back. I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day. Is that the one fighting for your soul? Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage. freshee
Is that the one fighting for your soul. Or maybe they get money, buy a business.
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be. I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say. Or your brother's the one that you're running from But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some B. But I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the building.
Translation, I'm the shit.
Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say. Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfucking Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. 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. I'm talking George Tenet.
Shit is real got me feelin' Isrealian. What of the dollar you murdered for? I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish. She tryna get me that poo tang.
Kanye West - Clique Lyrics
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 Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique 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. What niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel. Or your brother's the one that you're running from? Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'. My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway.
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Kanye West - Clique Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Yeah I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis. Went through deep depression when my momma passed. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: My crew deeper than Wu Tang.
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. What of the dollar you murdered for?
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