The New Escape - Clique (G.O.O.D. Music Cover) [vk.com/post_hc] | Текст песни

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• The New Escape
• Clique (G.O.O.D. Music Cover) [vk.com/post_hc]

Okay The ladies love it Swag out like Al's cousin Mad lovin Tree got me mad buzzin Higher than the flyest How am I supposed to simmer down Orchestrate a dark knight They callin me Hans Zimmer now I'm the fuckin boss Tell these girls I'm a commodity But fuck em cuz I just need my clique to always ride with me Chilli in the back of the crackbeetz bus with blaise And Dave hittin em Gbs cuz he don't smoke jays Okay My team steps in the building plan a new escape route Drop another album We call it the new escape now Fuck around with them fuck arounds fuck around and get smoked Yet you fuck around just to fuck around give a fuck if you think it's a joke This is not radio friendly Tell em I put the nut up Your moms wanna complain Tell that bitch to shut the fuck up If she wants to call the cops tell that trick to step back You aint fuckin with a white kid Im more like a wetback I go hard cuz I'm hungry yet they wanna steal my meals I work hard just to get paper cuz I'm working towards that deal Making money we grinding It's always what it seems If you fuck around best believe you get cut from the team Noise making rattle shaking bass in your face bitch TNE's the clique and we will never be nameless Ridin round and we gettin it You aint fuckin with this clique You wit it? I'm wit it Ya ya ya bitch Step into the room All these bitches take their bras off Security ain't shit lookin like Paul Blart the mall cop I hear you talkin mad shit on our YouTube Excuse my French when I say this but fuck you too http://song5.ru