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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Clique [Audio] | Kanye West, Jay-Z & Big Sean

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Kanye West – Clique Lyrics

Featuring: Big Sean & Jay-Z

 

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]

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

 

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain't nobody fucking with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher 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, they want the

 

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

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

It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday

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

Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang

I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang

I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I 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 that's killing everything that he see

 

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain't nobody fucking with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher 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, they want the

 

[Verse 2: Jay Z]

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

Yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga 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 balling our family tree

G.O.O.D Music drug dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

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

Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe

Translation, I'm the shit, at 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 it only means one thing

You ain't fucking with my clique

 

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain't nobody fucking with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher 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, they want the

 

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie

Bow on our arrival - the unamerican idols

What 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 gone 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 Pompei

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Everytime 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, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian

Went through, deep depression when my momma passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that

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

 

[Hook]

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