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2016-12-27

  Clique - Kanye West

  What of the dollar you murdered for

  Is that the one fighting for your soul

  Or your brother's the one that you're running from

  But if you got money fuck it because I want some

  B I G

  Fuck with me

  Oh god

  Wooo OK

  Ain't nobody fuckin' with my

  Clique clique clique clique clique

  Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthafuckin'

  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

  I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

  My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway

  It's grande from Friday to next Friday

  I been up straight for nine days I need a spa day

  She tryna get me that poo tang

  I might let my crew bang

  My crew deeper than Wu Tang

  I'm rolling with (Huh) fuck I'm saying

  Girl you know my crew name

  You know 2 Chainz Scrrr

  I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wanye

  But I'm the fuckin' villian man

  they kneelin when I walkin in the building

  Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'

  What a feeling ah man they gotta be

  Young player from the D that's killin' everything that he see

  Ain't nobody fuckin' with my

  Clique clique clique clique clique

  Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthafuckin'

  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

  Yeah am talking Ye' yeah am talking Rih'

  yeah I'm talking Bey nigga I'm talking me

  Yeah I'm talking bossy I ain't talking Kelis

  You're money too short you can't be talking to me

  Yeah I'm talking LeBron we balling our family tree

  G O O D Music drug dealing drug cousin

  ain't nothing fuckin' with we

  Turn that 62 to 125 125 to a 250 250 to a half a milli

  ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

  Now who with me vamanos Call me Hov

  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 and only means one thing

  You ain't fuckin' with my clique

  Clique clique clique clique clique

  Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthafuckin'

  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

  Break records of Louie

  Ate breakfast at Gucci

  My girl a superstar all from a home movie

  Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols

  When 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 ig'nant

  I know Spike Lee gon 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 few brews

  Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage

  Everything I do need a news crew present

  Steve-O swerve homie watch out for the waves

  I'm way too black to burn from sunrays

  So I just meditated the home in Pompay

  About how I could build a new Rome in one day

  Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis

  But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

  Shit is real got me feelin' Isrealian

  Like Bar Refaeli Gisele no thats Brazilian

  Went through deep depression when my momma passed

  Suicide what kind of talk is that

  But I've been talking to God for so long

  That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back

  Fuckin' with my clique

  Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthafuckin'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

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