Clique - Kanye West, JAŸ-Z & Big Sean: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Kanye West, JAŸ-Z & Big Sean

Clique

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Clique adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Getting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ tarafından 14 Eylül 2012 tarihinde yayınlandıKanye West Presents: Good Music - Cruel Summer

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01:40 - 01:45

Clique geçen hafta yaklaşık 1 dakika and 40 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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[Intro]

What of the dollar you murdered for?

Is that the one fighting for your soul?

Oh, your brother's the one that you're running from

But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some

B-I-G

Oh God, whoa

[Chorus]

Okay, ain't nobody fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfucking clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

[Chorus]

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

B-I-G

Oh God, go

[Verse 1]

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)

It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday

I've been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)

Yup, she tryna get me that pootang

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 (Skrrt)

I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the fucking villain

Man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the building

Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling

What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be, young player from the D

[Chorus]

That's killing everything that he see for the dough

Okay, ain't nobody fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfucking clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

[Chorus]

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 2]

Clique clack, stick 'em up

Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking Ri

Yeah, I'm talking B, ****, 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 fucking with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

250 to a half a mil, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

Now, who with me? Vamanos, call me Hov or Jefe

Translation, I'm the shit, least that's what my neck say

Least that's what my check say, lost my homie for a decade

**** down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since second grade

Uh, he never told, who he gon' 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

[Chorus]

Okay, ain't nobody fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfucking clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

[Chorus]

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 3]

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 **** 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 'bout 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'd rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant

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 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

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 feeling Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli or Gisele, no, that's Brazilian

Went through deep depression when my mama passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that?

But I've been talking to God for so long

Now if you look at my life, I guess he talking back

Fucking with my clique

[Outro]

Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfucking 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

Go

Written by: Chauncey Hollis, James Fauntleroy, Kanye West, Sean Anderson, Shawn Carter

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