Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clique, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clique |
| 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 |
| Ain’t nobody f*ckin'with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique |
| Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' |
| 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) f*ck 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 f*ckin'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 f*ckin'with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique |
| Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' |
| 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 f*ckin'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? |
| ¡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 and only |
| means one thing |
| You ain’t f*ckin'with my clique |
| 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 |
| F*ckin'with my clique |