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      Kanye West

      Album: G.O.O.D. Music ~ Cruel Summer

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      Kanye West - Clique Música y Letra

      [Intro]
      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 fuckin’ with my
      Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
      Ain’t nobody freshin’ 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
      
      [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 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) fuck 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 fuckin’ 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
      
      [Hook]
      
      [Jay Z]
      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 fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ with my clique
      
      [Kanye West]
      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
      Fuckin’ with my clique

      Kanye West - Clique Música y Letra

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