The Clique Lyrics - Sir Michael Rocks

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It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

It’s Young Veggies
My plans right my funds ready
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I say my name, she can take that in
Then forget it, it’s a regular brain
Bend it over, back it up
That cool kid put it in the bag
I rhyme flows and revive hoes
Dream big, my mind blown
Fuck with the clique this rap shit to lick
All my niggas on girl go and take your pick
Every time they come through they always takin’ picks
Like hold up, we can do that later
I realized and I thought about it
Like why even rap about your head is?
I love y’all, I trust y’all
I’ll probly never get enough y’all
I came here, my trucks on
That west side connection
I shine hard, you know this
Put time in, I’m focused
Girl you can get it by the ocean
So smooth in these pro tours
Lifelike photo shoots
I know you see me doing my thing

It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

I but a pea down, slang motherfucker, slang
I got your girl givin’ me brain on cocaine
I chef the guy solid, dressed in propane
A little baby greens makes with role man
I’m feelin’ gnarly in these Cartis with the wooden frames
Michael got the buffies, know that he probly feelin’ the same
Pretty glasses and pretty asses, all flock and pretty masses
Niggas tryin’ to be like Tris, need to pay for these pretty glasses
Can’t swerve in my lane though, bless you in the crashes
Cost for you to swag here and you know we taxin’
Mobbin’ with the clique, got your bitch lookin’ sick
I’m a silky ass player with some pimpin’ ass spit

It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

Am ‘bout to bust that paper down
You already know my favorite sound
Many tried to stop me on some label shit
But now I’m more swag - more paid
This lame ass nigga try to go straight
Back when you could’ve been so paid
I’m flyin’ by in that Porsche
A ounce of dope in that norfex
My ex girls, we missin’ them
Like Shorty K and them court dates
I’m on the move, love my fam
I’m uncle Luke, fuck Uncle Sam
I’m glad to see my vision grow better than the original
Oh this mali guy be trippin’ mane
Everything just went digital
Tryin’ to put you on my team, bitch
Seein’ you pass the physical
I want it, I see it, I need it, I gain it
All never happened
This is the team, if you tryna get cream
You should probly follow the cat

It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique

Like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Hair and bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique (Can’t fuck with the clique)
Can’t fuck with the clique



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