Clique

Kanye West

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publisher: ©Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Noah D. Goldstein, Sean Anderson, Shawn Carter, James Flauntleroy, Chauncey A. Hollis, Alexander Izquierdo, Anthony Kilhoffer, Che Smith, Kanye West
album: Track 2 in album Cruel Summer
release date: 2012
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
length: 4:54

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country(area): United States

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Kanye West Cruel Summer cover art

Lyrics

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What of the dollar you murdered for?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from, but if you got money, **** it, cause I want some
B.I.G. ****in' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody ****ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
They want the, they want the
I tell a bad ***** do whatever I say
It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I'm rolling with, **** I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the ****ing villain,
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody ****ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my motha****in' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad *****es, man, they want the

Yeah, I'm talking B', *****, I'm talking me
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing ****in' with we
250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who with me?
Translation, I'm the ****, least that what my neck say
***** down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
You ain't ****ing with my clique (Ain't nobody ****ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my motha****in' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad *****es, man, they want the

My girl a superstar all from a home movie
What *****s did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the waves
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
**** is real got me feeling Israelian
Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back

As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
They want the, they want the

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Track Listing

  • 1 To the World
  • 2 Clique
  • 3 Mercy
  • 4 New God Flow
  • 5 The Morning
  • 6 Cold
  • 7 Higher
  • 8 Sin City
  • 9 The One
  • 10 Creepers
  • 11 Bliss
  • 12 Don't Like