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trill tf - clique lyrics

[hook: dime beez]
n-gga you ain’t really f-cking with my squad
and i swear dog man we all ready to ride
i said n-gga you ain’t really f-cking with my squad
and i swear dog man we all ready to ride

[verse 1: dime beez]
yo, i swear, you ain’t never get the best of me
dawg, this is my motherf-cking destiny
big ups to gary and arvin, they wanna invest in me
can’t wait for you to hear what i’ve been cooking, i got some recipes
care less about anybody else that’s cooking next to me
do what you do that’s how you really get respect from me
hold up… wait f-ck you… unless you got the check for me
it’s gon’ be this way until the coroner’s dissecting me
don’t get stung, beez in the lane
high as a motherf-cker, you’ll see me on a plane
bring your dogs out but umm keep ’em on a leash
mine’s attack new to them [?] … huuuuuuh!!!!!

[verse 2: trill tf]
you ain’t f-cking with my clique, clique (nope)
you need to get up off our d-cks, d-cks (yep)
life’s a trip, don’t fall or stumble b-tch
gx3, towers could crumble but we’d rebuild the sh-t
you ain’t never see us steal sh-t, i lied
i bounce with your girl once she saw the ride
shorty, hide tight cause i’ll keep you warm
like the star on my arm that’s where you belong
tell me, what could possibly go wrong?
gx3, if i’m godzilla than dime is king kong
we’re gonna f-ck up your whole d-mn roster
most these rappers nowadays are imposters (that’s you)
they got you believing they can rhyme, nah
we’re gonna expose the truth this time, raw
even though i’d p-ss on them, i give them all i can
so as long as you love me, i’ll sh-t on a bieber fan

[hook: dime beez]
n-gga you ain’t really f-ckin’ with my squad
and i swear dawg man we all ready to ride
i said n-gga you ain’t really f-ckin’ with my squad
and i swear dawg man we all ready to ride

[verse 3: trill tf]
welcome to a concrete h-ll no rhyme can escape
nowadays to get on, you’re required to be fake
i’m sorry jay, sorry ye, no way jose
will i never not burn down this booth on studio day
step up your game fake rappers you disgust me
lebron of hip hop, lyrically all i do is bust heat
i do this for my future seed cause he must eat
toe tag your feet, ain’t just saying’ it for beats
i sneeze on a track, sneeze sneeze on a track
won’t catch me in a trap because dime beez got the gat
i bleed for rap, never got cold feet for her
married to the game so only i can beat on her
this is my b-tch so you need to back the f-ck off
have you dry heaving but i cause more than a cough
jack your nuts off cause you never f-ck with family
although i’d brag to my team of cannibals happily (yummy)

- trill tf lyrics

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