GQ - Clique lyrics

[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, f** it cause I want some (ViZion speaking) Yo, ViZion East coast, West Coast, North Coast, South Coast Overdose Hook (Teff): Ain't nobody messing with my clique Clique clique clique clique Ain't nobody fresher than my mo'f**ing 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, rude, Teff Verse 1 (Teff): My crew, and my dogs Ee run the sh**, check your b**hes iPod And my God, the one you wife off Got her under my arm, Right Guard Uh, let the Remy flow, and let the merry go Round, sh**, quit horsing around like a merry go In the water sipping wine, that's a miracle Only rapper I hear is Teff on the radio I'm talking 'bout Barbados As far as my plays go Seratos, Tornado My sh** sounds like Plato, your sh** sound like Playdough This good girl, want a bad boy, she smoke till my J low Reefer aura, eyes low like Shikamaru Exotic, Rita Ora, either or, I'm sleeping on her Right after I beat it up, so bad I need a lawyer f** that, cause ain't nobody f**ing with my clique Hook (Teff): Ain't nobody f**ing with my clique Clique clique clique clique Ain't nobody fresher than my mo'f**ing 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 (ViZion): (yea, uh) Big up to my clique, 2 4 + add that 2, 4, like double up, I want it like A$AP 2 4 like 7 up, day and night we chase cash Running like a marathon, and driving with no brakes pads Bad b**h, she drop it and she shake a** I take her home, bed rocking like a caveman I leave my phone, number in the mail Xoxo I'm a see her when my plane land And we show up They show love and we're blowing up They know us, we don't pose up, we speak truth like Oprah My clique close, like Cosa Nostra Starred up, supernova We go hard and they're soft like sofas So we get it while were here, AR in the air MDM in the chair, they are nowhere Nair, disappear like hair Cause we're really onto something and they really ain't f**ing with my motherf**ing Hook (ViZion): Clique clique clique clique clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**ing 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, they love the They love the, they love the, they love the Verse 3 (GQ): Gallest I'm taking over, tell Houston we've got a problem b**hes hungry for power, we tease 'em, and then we starve 'em n***as beg me for verses, I k** this sh** with no pardon Making it big, doing shows from Kensington to the Garden Lame a** n***as they calling, cause they wanna party some more My clique well known, don't need our names at the door sh** I'm taking over the game, you laying over there playing Comparing our sh**, like what n***a? 'In my mind' is f**ing insane 'My Time' still knocking since February, your new sh** not even playing I'm repping in booty and running a train She give me dome, now I feel like a king She give me blow, I'm not talking 'bout 'cane Not taking 'bout grades but I'm talking 'bout brain I'm talking 'bout clique, I'm talking 'bout sh** How she do it, calling my name Hook (GQ): f**ing with my clique clique clique clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**ing 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, yea they want the yea