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Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique Nakakainis talaga siya, pero iniisip ko na mahal na mahal ko siya. Parang palaging kami magkasama, pero may tiwala na ako sa kanya. Lahat ng ibang tao na dumating bago sa kanya, wala na sila. Di na bale I learned a lot in such a short amount of time Everything that's fuckin' fine and gold, it ain't mine Met you when I was like maybe fifteen years and you Just act a lil' older plus I heard you came from Arizona And I was new so I was poppin' up at house parties Ridin' fuckin' dirty with the older niggas ridin' for me And they just taught me how the game work I said fuck it, I'ma put the rock and buy a lot of dumb shit But fuck it, was my initial thought when I had met you And I was sittin' in the bleachers when your girls approached me And they threw away your number like you wan't taken or something I told 'em, "Baby, I'm nothing, see why you wanna choose me?" They giggled and walked away, I prayed to God Letras de cancionesIt felt so right, I never knew the devil fuckin' looked this nice So if you ever tried to blame it on me Know I blame it on my dick, know I'm sick, yeah I run through ya Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique Nineteen, I got a newer meaning Rocked monk beads, God chains, searchin' for a deeper meaning Still burnin' women, what a deadly contradiction Nigga toyin' with the physical and spiritual Lookin' back at what my life, man, what a fuckin' trip I could've loved this bitch and lost myself so I can please the bitch And never please a bitch is what I learned and then I went away from everything I started searchin' for and well, uh Mo' bitches, mo' money, mo' drugs Found my niggas, started robbin', went west, start juggin' Picked rappin', they chose, I blew, my crew Got big, split wigs, still rob mo' rap We battle, we fight, we won, big one No pun, all skill, no bitch in my clique Young nigga, no whip, my niggas legit And I pray for my klan and my squad while I run through your (clique) Run through your clique Run through, run through your clique Run through your clique Run through Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips Run through your clique *Scratch*, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique From Letras Mania