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vikon – clique remix lyrics

[intro: toshizil]
vikon, i see ya, d-rex waddup?
its your boy toshizil y’all

[hook: toshizil]
ain’t n0body f-cking with my clique, clique, clique, clique clique
and ain’t n0body fresher than my mothaf-cking clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
as i look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clqiue
and all this b-tches, they want the: magic stick, the magic stick, the magic stick

[verse 1: toshizil]
ten bottles of henny, ten bottles of moet, we do this sh-t all night, we do this sh-t all day
again and again like we put it on replay
you better keep this record spinning on mr. dj
i can’t be caught dead with, n-ggas that i can’t trust
these n-ggas got no gps on, that’s why they so lost
and like drizzy said, i don’t need no new friends
cuz, these new friends, they been. nothing but a nuisance
excuse my language, i don’t mean no offence
but these n-ggas hit you right to left with the pretence
the only people i can trust, i call them family
and you can believe that and everything you’ve heard from me
and when i step up in the booth, n-gga i’m a psycopath k!ller
my words bite into you, so dracula
i’m cooler that everything you would ever compare me to
and what’s a n-gga supposed to do?
i’m cooler than the arctic too
i’mma just have to school y’all
take you down to church, hallelujah!
and ain’t n0body, and ain’t n0body and ain’t n0body f-cking with my clique!

[verse 2: d-rex]
i’m so credible, my flow’s so incredible
eating b-tches up, they edible
my rhymes so good, yeah! i’m able
making haters lame, disabled
these n-ggas want my money, that’s abominable
i’m the rap king, yeah i’m capable
i don’t give a f-ck, i ain’t f-ckable
i’m all about my papers, that’s admirable
n-ggas don’t hate, cause that’s punishable, yeah!
b-tches see me clearly and i’m in hd
on the highway to money, yeah!
i’m living life on the fast lane
i don’t give a f-ck like the sons of anarchy
i’m so f-ckin’ insane, the first of january
flow’s so cold i guess santa caught a flu
i’m a star stopping time, transmitting sh-t
like a decoder
watch me leave that p-ssy with a scar, that’s lion king, f-ck it! i’m a beast
yeah my line’s so r-t-rded like peter griffin
but i’m still ballin’ like blake griffin
don’t f-ckin’ ring the bell, cuz i’m never wrong (rung)
i’m high like the pyramids of giza
bombing places up like gaza
i get into that b-tch and transport-her, like jason
yeah! they call me d-rex, and i’m on to the next
ain’t got time for my ex, i’m so d-mn complex
i don’t need no latex, f-ck safe s-x
give me your respect and feel my effects
i told y’all we taking over
on my way to the top mehn f-ck the green lights
just p-ss me that kush and watch me burn it up like calories
i bring the heat to the game and i’m still ballin’, ‘miami heat’
uh! yeah! sipping on that syrup, yeah we up
i hope you see us, looking down on these n-ggas, ‘birds eye view’
yeah! the ‘d’ in my name
i’ll put it in her, like a piggy bank
and its davidrex, and i’m signing out
”vikon, tell them what’s up mahn!”

[verse 3: vikon]
i been rocking versace, you’re still looking for gucci
the way dat i’ll be talking, these n-ggas be looking wretched!!
cuz i started from the bottom now i’m higher than d eiffel
the haters ain’t speaking wen i’m shooting with my rifle
we ball sooo so hard these players getting nervous
ma flow’s so sick, b-tch i’m still taking the pills
i be on ma lane, why dis nigas wanna cross me?
back in ma zone, i was living like a boss
so fly, they were searching fo ma ufo n-gga!
life too fast, i don’t wanna die slow
i’ll be watchin d money like i got dollars on ma wrist
these n-ggas dying broke, i hope they rest in pieces!
i got a black chick she looks like d grim reaper
she rides invisible d, i call her ghost rider
i made all the wet b-tches drip like in a clinic!
these b-tches on their knees, they wanna blow me for my birthday!
i’m so ill n-gga, but u ain’t got to test
you’re just a clown wiv d money i’ve been laughing to d bank!
i b stacking ma papers, my crib be like a post office
we get the money first.. and, k!ll the b-tches later!
i’m sipping on the booze, my mind feeling confused, my girl she sipped a little and it made her feel loose
i’m getting new money, but rolling with old n-ggas, that’ my clique…vikon!

- vikon lyrics

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