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Clique remix Lyrics by Drex

2013

[Intro: Toshizil]
Vyekon, I see ya, D-rex waddup?
Its your Boy Toshizil y'all
[Hook: Toshizil]
Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, Clique clique
And ain't nobody fresher than my mothafucking clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clqiue
And all this bitches, 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 shit all night, we do this shit 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, niggas that I can't trust
These niggas 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 niggas 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, nigga I'm a Psycopath Killer
My words Bite into you, so Dracula
I'm cooler that everything you would ever compare me to
And what's a nigga 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 nobody, and ain't nobody and ain't nobody fucking with my Clique!
[Verse 2: D-rex]
I'm so credible, my flow's so incredible
Eating bitches up, they edible
My rhymes so good, yeah! I'm able
Making haters lame, Disabled
These niggas want my money, that's abominable
I'm the Rap King, yeah I'm capable
I don't give a fuck, I ain't fuckable
I'm all about my papers, that's admirable
Niggas Don't hate, cause that's punishable, yeah!
Bitches 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 fuck like the sons of anarchy
I'm so fuckin' insane, The first of January
Flow's so cold I guess Santa caught a flu
I'm a star stopping time, transmitting shit
Like a Decoder
Watch me leave that Pussy with a Scar, that's Lion King, Fuck it! I'm a beast
Yeah my line's so retarded like Peter Griffin
But I'm still ballin' like Blake Griffin
Don't fuckin' 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 bitch 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 damn complex
I don't need no Latex, fuck Safe sex
Give me your respect and feel my effects
I told y'all we taking over
On my way to the top mehn fuck the green lights
Just pass 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 niggas, '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: Vyekon]
I been rocking versace, you're still looking for gucci
The way dat I'll be talking, these niggas 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, bitch 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 nigga!
Life too fast, I don't wanna die slow
I'll be watchin d money like I got dollars on ma wrist
These niggas 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 bitches drip like in a clinic!
These bitches on their knees, they wanna blow me for my birthday!
I'm So ill nigga, 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, kill the bitches 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 niggas, that' my Clique...VIKON!
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