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meek mill – clique (remix) lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
stop playin’ n-gga
it’s dc, double mg

[hook: meek mill]
boy i swear to god i make her f-ck the whole clique
clique, clique, clique, clique
sittin’ in the back while she sucking on my d-ck
d-ck, d-ck, d-ck, d-ck
boy i got a hundred cash right here on my wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
started from the bottom now a n-gga getting rich

[verse 1: meek mill]
i ain’t lookin at your b-tch-ss
i’m looking at your b-tch’s -ss
i f-ck a famous ho and put that d-ck up in her rich -ss
prolly eat the p-ssy tell that ho that i don’t kiss -ss
and everytime i’m rollin, it’s 200 hundred on the [?]
dead-ss, serious, f-ck her fast and furious
she tellin’ all her homies now, them b-tches actin’ curious
these n-ggas catch a lil’ case [?]
and when the cops ask ’em, they tell ’em like siri did
get it, iphone, face time
last night i had your b-tch we had a great time
i’m back in philly but i’m still on that la time
my flow so crazy, check the way i ride the base loud
hold up n-gga i go in, these n-ggas ain’t got no win
baddest b-tches i be with they lookin like they modelin’
perks and patron got me stoned like a goblin
mad rappers making diss records i’m like try again
please n-gga you should take a knee n-gga
before them shots hit your body make you fall e n-gga
like it’s september, thanking my daddy i’m the next simba
meek milly, b-tch

[verse 2: lee mazin]
i ain’t lookin’ at you b-tches, cause i feel none of you b-tches
i ain’t checkin’ for you n-ggas, i ain’t worried ’bout you n-ggas
and my sh-t be kinda major, like i’m balling for the figures
got 2 chains around my neck, you could see i do it different
she so bad but she go so ho, sh-t got real when i got that ball
too 3d, but you can’t see me
and you can’t stick lee cause i want it hard
the sh-t goes swish, and you know i did it for the win
and yeah i k!lled this check but f-ck that sh-t i’ma do it again
do it again just to quench they thirst
if you dive in put your face in first
i make ’em l!ck it, and yeah my girls ball hard like steve boss
i make ’em cl!ck it
and when i spit that sh-t they like i turn that pure [?]
and then they see that body, see that -ss, that sh-t ridiculous
man like f-ck lee, i scream right back like f-ck you too
if you want the beef first you gotta get through my f-cking crew
that’s to y’all lame nasty see
name one chick who could f-ck with me
hold up, oh wait i say, name on chick who f-cking with me
if you talking sh-t, just be careful what come out your mouth
aroma something erotic, make your boyfriend pay to smell it out
or taste it, he put his face in
he like we f-ck your government that sh-t amazing

[verse 3: louie v]
yeah i’m talking me, yeah i’m talking meek
yeah i’m talking lee, lil’ chino and lil’ snup-e
murder on every track, preferred jahlil b
i’m talking bout rozay too, we reppin with mmg
cruising through south beach, in a california ferarri
shine brighter than california, my jewelry it’s extra gaudy
peep the way i maneuver, she says i’m smooth as a barbie
so she gave me her number, i f-cked her after the party
man i’m living life, i might do that tonight
met them bottles of rose, the waitress put ’em on ice
sparkles all in my section man i could give you a light
man my n-ggas be stuntin like chino were born to bike
yes lord, the dreamchasers
we blowin money fast like we never seen paper
now i got these new relatives, and everybody callin’
all of a sudden this sh-t started james harden
i tell em talk about some money but they ain’t talking
but i’ma go and get it ’till they put me in the coffin
it’s funny now that they callin me the sh-t
louie v, dc, sh-t man, and ain’t n0body f-ckin with my clique

- meek mill lyrics

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