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clique (freestyle) - joell ortiz lyrics

[verse 1]
you ain’t f-cking with my clique
so much they ain’t gotta spit
i got this sh-t, from my pocket
i lift this pick and script the apocalypse
i’m the freshest with this ink
the stuck-up b-tches s-x me in a blink
give me neck until i sprink-
le i call that a little something to think
hood rich, sawed-off shotty
with bodies under the mink, good chicks
i’ve got an eagle eye for birdies if they up to par
i put a hole in one
i’m on my tiger woods’ sh-t
rubber band grind, f-ck your black card dawg’
i rob your black -ss, now that’s black on black crime
southern comfort and lime
north bubble when it’s opposite of summer time
scully load you think i’m moving dimes
so brooklyn am i, yeah i come from where that boom bap
is drums from a new track, or the exchange from two gats
mouth off, don’t do that
hot heads, we’ll cool that
you keep wigging out
we’ll give your dew rag a new flat
then push your hair dew back
i’m with the business
no throwing lead, i’m throwing doe on your head
i said i’m with the business
and you know i can’t go a whole verse without a yaowa
that’s my mother f-cking sh-t, you ain’t f-cking with my clique
clique, clique, clique, clack
run your mother f-cking sh-t, homie come up off that
grip, grip, grip, grip
back the f-ck down before i spit, pr-ck

- joell ortiz lyrics

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