Young dee - Clique lyrics

(Intro) 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 (Verse 1) Yea my name is ace coming to your place if you want beef you can take it to the lake boy im so fly I k** you in the shy so many people come after me because my money just high if your money low you can't be going to my shows cause that mean you a ho you spend your mothers bread and that's kinda of scary if you too scared I look at you like im bloody Mary boy my verses sick turn around again and you know I got a lick you can't be ma**ing with my clique cause I hit them off with money and you know they turned rich we just kicked a n***a out the crew because he was a snitch we couldn't make money and deal with a snitch east coast music you know what it do when its time to rap I bring the whole crew and hit you with that piece and n***a im neat rapping of the sheet if you got a problem ima send you off to meek (ha ha ha ha) you can't ma** with my east clique [Hook] Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' 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 b**hes, man, they want the They want the, they want the (Verse 2) [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 n***as 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 k** 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 Pa** 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 sh** is real got me feelin' Isrealian Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian Went through deep depression when my momma pa**ed 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 F*ckin' with my clique [Hook] Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' 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 b**hes, man, they want the They want the, they want the East coast music entertainment n***a