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Run your clique
You pissed on
I'mma have to bust you in your
And the whips, better a whole lotta chips
I ain't for no givin' tips
Run through clique
You pissed on
I'mma have to you in your lips
And the whips, better have a lotta chips
'Cause I for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique

I learned a lot in a short amount of time
Everything that's fine that go to [?] mind
Met you when I was like fifteen years on you
You just act a little older I heard you came from Arizona
And that was new so I was poppin' up at parties
Ridin', fuckin' dirty with the niggas ridin' for me
And they told me how that game work
I said fuck it, I'mma put the rockin' by your [?] shit
But fuck it, my initial thought when I had met you
I was in the bleachers when your girls approached me
And they threw your number like it wan't taken or something
I told 'em "Baby, I'm nothing", say "Why you choose me?"
giggle, and walked away, I pray to God
It felt so right, I never [?], I never fucked bitches [?]
So if you try to blame it on me
I blame it on my dick, know I'm sick, ya I run through ya

Run through clique
You pissed on
I'mma have to you in your lips
And the whips, better a whole lotta chips
'Cause I ain't for no givin'
Run your clique
You pissed on
have to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better have a whole lotta
'Cause I ain't for no, I for no, run through your, run through ya clique

Nineteen, I got a meaning
Rocked Monk beats, got sane, searchin' for a meaning
Still burnin' women, what a deadly
Nigga [?] ya the physical and spiritual
back at what my life and what a fuckin' trip
I loved this bitch and lost myself so I could please the bitch
And never please the bitch is what I and then I went away from everything
I started for one, well, uh
Mo' bitches, mo' money, mo'
How my niggas started robbin', west, start thuggin'
rappin', they chose, I blew, my crew
Got big, wigs, still rob mo' [?]
We battle, we fight, we one big one
No Pun, all scale, no bitch on my
nigga, no whip, my niggas legit
And I pray for my clan and my squad while I run through (clique)

Run through your
Run through, run through clique
Run your clique

Run your clique
You on trip
I'mma have to bust you in your
And the whips, better have a lotta chips
'Cause I ain't for no givin'
Run through clique
You on trip
I'mma to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better have a whole lotta
'Cause I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run your, run through ya clique