Clique (remix) Lyrics - Cops N Robbers - Gunplay

Hottest niggas in the game 

MMG, tour stars and a few weeks 

If you fuckin with him, fuck with me 

Huh? 

Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck 

Double M be the clique, my coup more than a bus 

Think it's all a façade but nigga this double R 

See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras 

Bitches be going wild, hit the sound - cliché 

Give me 2 bitches, we could do this 3 ways 

4 missed calls on my iPhone 5 

Bitch 6 feet tall, got me fightin for my life 

Telephone last ringin, calling Angie Martinez 

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Think I just seen a boss, he datin a Porto Rican 

All gold jewels in a snow white mink 

Kanye shoes, already know why I Gee 

John Legend flow, the magnificent me 

Row hard, give me Molly coffee by the Ki 

Got the weed roll, tour start in a few weeks 

She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me 

Man we be the clique, man I'm so the shit 

Boy just send mine down, man I take the bitch 

Yea we at the game and we sit front row 

Every time you see me, I'll be on front row 

Get juvilent, new Benz, gold piece 

Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak 

New jubilee with an old gold piece 

Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak 

We been born cliquing in the motherfucking clique 

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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. 

Go! 

Yea I'm talkin Gunplay, yea I work it too 

Yea that nigga ratted, yea that deppo true 

Yea I'm really routing, yea I out anybody 

Point em out, I light it join and take his face in out it 

Yea I spill my chords on your Michael whore 

Yea so the fuck what? I could buy you more 

Yea I'm from the hood, yea I'm from the floor 

Holes in the roof, hardly had a door 

Kitchen all burned, pigeon on perm 

Three different digies all lit up like a fur 

Nigga where your feast? See the white bright here 

It's the matter anything, everything pur 

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. 

Yea. yea. 

Man it's the double M dream team doing something special 

About to kill the sissle, get the casket and the shovel 

No Olympics 7's, I need rings and the medal 

When I'm not from trill Bill but tell em get upon my level always going higher, I steal more fire 

Do a lot of stuntin but it's only to inspire 

Remember just a year, girl these hoes they wanna speak 

Now they all be tryna freak, they think I know I layin me 

I got a bad white bitch, I'm known to spend cake on 

Just whole gag, she never fall off like Kresha 

And even if she do, forever I'm the shit 

So much dope I'mma get, we legit 

They ain't fuckin with my clique 

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. 

Yea I'm talkin yea, yea I'm talkin real 

Yea I'm talkin B, nigga I'm talkin me 

Yea I'm talkin bossy, I ain't talkin Kaleesy 

Your money too short, you can't be talkin to me 

Yea I'm talkin LeBron, we ballin off every tree 

Their music drug dealin cousin, ain't nothing fucking with we, me 

Turn that 62 to 1-25, 1-25 to a 2-50 

2-50 to a half a man, ain't nothing nobody can do with me 

Now who with me? Vamanos 

Call me Hovo Hefe 

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 

Nigga down for like 12 years 

Ain't hugged his sun since the second grade 

Uh, he never told 

Who they gonna tell we chopper the totem pole 

This the dream team, least a supreme team 

And all our eyes grinning only means one thing 

You ain't fucking with my clique 

Clique. clique. clique. clique. clique. 

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin. 

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 at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci 

My girl a superstar, off from my home movie 

They aren't our rival, the un-American idols 

When niggas damn dance, got em hangin off the Eiffel 

Yea I'm talkin business, we talkin CIA 

I'm talkin George Tinnin, I seen him the other day 

He asked me bout my Maybach, think he had the same 

I said mine tinted and it's might have been rented 

You know why your people get money don't spend it 

Or maybe they get money by business 

I'd rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignorant 

I know it's by grigo, get me but let me finish 

Blame it on the pigment, we live in no limits 

And gold masterpiece, at least was just a figment 

Of my imagination, emptied the cribs 

Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC live 

That's Tom Cruise, what ever she accused 

You weren't really drunk, he just had through bruise 

Master refreshments, a crew cool beverage 

Everything I do need a news cruise presence 

T-Bow swerve, homie watch out for the waves 

I'm way too black to burn up the sun rays 

So I just meditated the home in Pompei 

About how I could build a new Rome in one day 

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

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it 

Shit is real, got me feelin Israelian 

Like Rob after yella Giselle, now that's Brazilian 

Went through deep depression when my mama passed 

Suicide? What kind of talk is that? 

But I been talkin to God for so long 

And have you looked at my life? I guess he talkin back 

Fuck him with my clique 

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin 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. 

Go!