Clique ft. Big Sean & Jay Z de Kanye West
Letra de Clique ft. Big Sean & Jay Z
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother's the one that you're running from
But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang
I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the
Yeah I'm talking Ye', yeah I'm talking Rih
Yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga I'm talking me
Yeah I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing cousin,
ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250
250 to a half a million, man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, at least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years,
ain't hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the dream team, meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the
Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival - the unamerican idols
Where niggas dead in Paris, got em' hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crews presence
Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that
But I been talking to God for so long
And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my clique
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the
Traducción de Clique ft. Big Sean & Jay Z
Letra traducida a Español
Qué pasa con el dólar que has asesinado
Es ese el que lucha por tu alma
O es de tu hermano de quien estás huyendo
Pero si tienes dinero, apaga eso, porque yo quiero algo
No hay nadie que se meta con mi
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
No hay nadie más fresco que mi muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Mientras miro a mi alrededor, no lo hacen como mi
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Y todas estas chicas malas quieren el
Quieren el, quieren el, quieren el
Le digo a una chica mala que haga lo que le diga
Mi barrio detrás de mí como si saliera del camino de entrada
Es grande, desde viernes hasta el próximo viernes
He estado despierto nueve días seguidos, necesito un día de spa
Sí, ella intenta darme ese poo-tang
Podría dejar que mi equipo entre; mi equipo es más profundo que Wu-Tang
Estoy rodando con... qué estoy diciendo? Chica, conoces el nombre de mi equipo
Conoces a 2 Chainz? Scrrr! Estoy llegando en ese Bruce Wayne
Pero yo soy el puto villano; ellos se arrodillan cuando entro en el edificio
Mujeres atrevidas me trabajan con las cuentas bancarias que estoy llenando
Qué sensación; ah hombre; deben serlo
Un joven jugador de Detroit que está matando todo lo que ve
No hay nadie que se meta con mi
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
No hay nadie más fresco que mi muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Mientras miro a mi alrededor no lo hacen como mi
Clique, clique, Clique ,ceja >Click!
Sí estoy hablando de Ye', sí estoy hablando de Rih
Sí estoy hablando de Bey; nigga estoy hablando de mí
Sí estoy hablando mandón; no estoy hablando de Kelis
Tu dinero es demasiado corto; no puedes hablar conmigo
Sí estoy hablando de LeBron; estamos jugando en nuestro árbol genealógico
G.O.O.D Music primo traficante,
no hay nada con qué joderme,
abreviando eso para hacer números grandes.
Ahora quién viene conmigo.¡Vámonos! Llámame Hov o Jefe
Traducción: soy una pasada al menos eso dice mi cuello.
Casi eso dice mi cheque ;perdí a mis seres queridos durante una década,
Diga "nigga" unos 12 años;
No he abrazado a su hijo desde segundo grado .Llegamos aquí juntos y si llegamos al punto superior;
Es un sueño hecho realidad encuentra al grupo adecuado.
Y todos nuestros ojos verdes solo significa una cosa. No te metas con mis amigos.
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