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1. |
Bugsy
02:34
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[Intro: E]
Call it now, I ain't fucking with no clubs
It's just me, that's my man, that nigga Bugs
If I pull up, I might pull up with them plugs
Bitch I'm hot, bitch it's hot, I'm on they top
I got rocks, what you got? A lot of flop
I got bops, I got drops, I got thots
Bitch it's me, ain't no cops, a lot of drugs
It's just me, that's my man, that nigga Bugs
[Verse: Relay]
Shorty on my top, and it's no cap
Like a pair of kakis, cuttin' hard, cause there's no slack
Girl your time is up, hit a spot to drop the hoe back
Bout to hit the city, 9 o'clock. Where the bros at?
Listen I'm a star nigga, fuck a cover charge cause I'm lit
Check the drip, 100 dollar tip, I ain't even trip
Got the liq, only taking sips, riding with the the Clique
Hit the switch, yea I got the gift, you ain't make the list
[Verse 2: E]
That's a play y'all
That's a day job
Pull up with a fade
Dodging jakes, dodging case y'all
I don't care, I don't chase, I don't play y'all
We can get it or we want it...
[Verse 3: James Major]
Here go again, pour the hen, ride with a couple of friends
We're just trynna win, mode on ten, you too broke too spend
Show you what my life bout
Hit home runs, no Mike Trout
I'm shining hard, no lights out
We're running shit, that fly route
[Hook: E]
I call the shots, we ain't fuckin with no clubs
It's just me, and that guy, that nigga Bugs
Since I pulled up, had to pull up with them plugs
Bitch I'm hot, bitch it's hot, I'm on they top
I got rocks, what you got? A lot of flop
I got bops, I got drops, I got thots
Bitch it's me, ain't no cops, a lot of drugs
When I pull up, I might pull up with them plugs
[Verse 4: Mic Anthony]
Sick flow on the track right?
Shine bright like a flashlight
Get blow like a bagpipe
Cute chick, real thick, give her half pipe
Lit off the liq but I lick like mad dykes
Hoes mad cause we getting it in
Really just mad cause I'm hitting her friend
Mood switch up when she hitting the gin
Jay Critch shit bitch I done did it again
Like whoa!
Get next to me, shorty wanna ride, get a check with me
Like whoa!
Quick texting me, babygirl now like an ex to me
Like whoa!
I don't know what to say man, just know that these niggas don't play man
Bugs stay with the sack like Strahan
Mic on the mic in your face like ray bans... bitch
[Hook: E]
I call the shots, we ain't fuckin with no clubs
It's just me, and that guy, that nigga Bugs
Since I pulled up, had to pull up with them plugs
Bitch I'm hot, bitch it's hot, I'm on they top
I got rocks, what you got? A lot of flop
I got bops, I got drops, I got thots
Bitch it's me, ain't no cops, a lot of drugs
When I pull up, I might pull up with them plugs
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2. |
Freetown
02:42
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[Intro: Mic Anthony]
When I get back from California I'm trynna hang out with you
I'm trynna fuck around with you
I'm trynna sip brown with you
I'm trynna drown in you
Yadamean!
All day long
Yo! Hey!
[Hook: Mic Antony]
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run the town
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
[Verse 1: Mic Anthony]
All day long (Gimmie Mine!)
I be on that marijuana
Everybody know a nigga really love the ganja
Everybody know I'm popping like pills nigga
Do it for the thrills nigga, liquor gives me chills nigga
And I'm ill nigga, gotta keep it real nigga/
A lot rappers out here do it for clout
I swear to God me and my dawgs we do it for self
Like gotdamn man
You be putting them to sleep like the sand man
I'm the man man
Got got got gotdamn man
Swear to God we just sticking to the damn plan
Cypher Clique ain't a one man band stand
I got liq to hit, I mean I really got chicks get
I mean I even got spliffs to split
[Hook: Mic Antony]
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run the town
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
[Verse 2: E]
I feel lavish
I feel like I'm the lead, I'm the captain
I'm a beast, I'm a savage
And roll up like a carpet, Aladdin
Pull up to the house like a movie star flashing
Which one these jawns Ima crash in?
I'm trynna get to you like my back end
And I don't fuck around like a fucking Drake accent
[Verse 3: Relay]
Probably with your shawty up in SOHO
Making all the runs, call her Flo-Jo
Wanted me to trick? That's a no no
Baby you a brat, no So-So
Ever since a youngin', followed bro code
Rookies never chilled where the pros go
Got it off the rip if the dough's slow
Ace Hood, everyday's go mode
[Hook: Mic Antony]
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run around
We could run around. We could run the town
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
[Outro: E]
Awww man
Another hit from the Cypher Clique
Mixed by the guy Jon Cambry
I can't let my grandmama listen to this shit!
But the groupies might
Aye, Aye, Aye
We could fuck around, I might fuck around
We gon' fuck around, you can do it now
You can do it, why not do it now?
If you do it now, I can do it now
...Yeah!
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3. |
Hoop!
03:12
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[Hook: James Major]
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I got the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I go the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
[Verse 1: Mic Anthony]
Bust it down, break it down, playing Chris Brown when I take her down
Lot of rap niggas won't make it now, GLC track, gone off Jamaican clouds
Like got damn, I'm the man, niggas wanna live like Peter Pan
Niggas wanna live like the reefer man but to be the man you gotta beat the man
And nigga I'm the man, nigga you's a mark
Cappin' for the clout you should use your heart
Same age but we're views apart
And what you do for your kids, yeah I do for art
Like why they think they can fuck with me?
Why they think they can puff with me?
Why they think they can drink like me?
Everywhere got the pink with me
[Verse 2: Relay]
I'm hoopin' you playing the bench
Got the juice and I'm quenched
Eating good, what's lent?
Henny and coke had bent
The drip had your shawty all bent
Versace cologne, she loving the scent
Told come chill with a gent
She riding the wave, I'm feeling like French
Go and bust it down girl, you can do that
Shots on the kid, she took a few back
Left the spot earlier cause it's too packed
After party going down, where the crew at?
[Hook: James Major]
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I got the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I go the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
[Verse 3: James Major]
Sit back and get paid
Laid up in the shade
Haven't slept in some days
These girls trynna get slayed
Got short ones, got tall ones
Got thick ones, and small ones
Know black ones from Slauson
White girls who love to say awesome
But I'm on the move like renovation
Cypher Clique, new presentation
High up like I'm levitating
Show love, we're never hating
Put you on a shelf like an action figure
That's why they come at a nigga
Talk about who's stats are bigger
Talk bout who's rappin' iller
Damn, got these girls screaming while performing shows
You making noise just to talk, what's that morse code?
We're poppin' bottles like we won the series 4-0
And all I wanna do is hit the road and tour the globe
This is exercise, told you we're the next to rise
Bad chick, chest and thighs, and she wanna step inside
No need to flex and try, cause we're just them better guys
Plus niggas extra fly
Bout to make my cheddar rise
[Hook: James Major]
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I got the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
When the day falls, we can party on the roof
Shot of D'Usse, now shawty's getting loose
And she's on me cause she know I go the juice
Team making plays, so it's lookin like we hoop!
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4. |
Equinox
03:23
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[Intro: E]
Yeah
Turn your speaker up
Ima definitely turn your speaker
Yo, yo
[Hook: E & James Major]
Turn you speaker, if your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
Whoa!
Big big scales like shit was equinox
Whoa!
I know niggas tell cause niggas tweet a lot
Whoa!
Be careful what you speak about
Don't wanna meet him but I'll definitely turn your speaker
If your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
[Verse 1: Mic Anthony]
If you see me in your area, shit be getting scarier
Bitch I'm so sick, get Vicks, I got malaria
Bitches is fuckin' terriers, I be trynna marry ya
You be hoover to losers, I swear to God I should burry ya
Hella niggas annoying me, women be disappointing me
See me, I'm making history
Babygirl it was meant to be
So you should get with me
Then suck the tip for me
I swear to God I'm living but life is a fuckin' mystery
Local niggas be dissin' me
But we ain't listening
Like how you dissin' legends when niggas ain't even industry?
Like what you trynna do?
And what you trynna say?
Like how you talking crazy when everybody a mile away?
[Hook: E & James Major]
Turn you speaker, if your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
Whoa!
Big big scales like shit was equinox
Whoa!
I know niggas tell cause niggas tweet a lot
Whoa!
Be careful what you speak about
Don't wanna meet him but I'll definitely turn your speaker
If your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
[Verse 2: Relay]
Y'all should follow in my footsteps, 29, handsome
Do whatever at will, guess I'm held ransom
Rap but I keep them cooperate ties up at random
Good, and I blend in with the whites like a Klansman
Better yet the Hampton, six figure mixers
Two hundred dollar plates with some top shelf liquor
Real as it gets all for size, need a filter
Due to poor traits, now they'll never get the picture
Women of the world, yeah I'm laughing at you tricks
The desperation shows when your passion's in the pit
Arguing with friends if their caption is legit
And their main goal's to own a fashion nova fit
40 minute ride, risk it all getting lit
But it ain't a real trip unless the time zone switch
Airbnb in the mountains
While y'all finessing to get in free at the fountains
[Hook: E & James Major]
Turn you speaker, if your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
Whoa!
Big big scales like shit was equinox
Whoa!
I know niggas tell cause niggas tweet a lot
Whoa!
Be careful what you speak about
Don't wanna meet him but I'll definitely turn your speaker
If your checks stack up
Your knot pumpkin again
Bitch ass fatter
Your block jumping again
Like it don't matter
(You said you niggas squeeze a lot)
Whoa!
(And everything's for sale except the speaker box)
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5. |
Cloth Talk Interlude
01:49
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[Intro: Relay]
I like this one right here
Had to take my chains off, you know
Didn't want em to hit the mic and all
But let me get warmed up
[Verse 1: Relay]
Leather straps on the sky dweller
Getting chauffeured in that lime Tesla
Y'all deal with cabs like a wine cellar
Pelle Pelle with the swine texture
And it compliments the fly sweater
Moving cause my time's treasured
In the 6 where the dimes better
Educated , fine, clever
So anything we do is my pleasure
Became a fan because I rhymes stellar
And tried to buss it back, but I told the broad I don't ride SEPTA
On the bread chase, aiming for them bags of flower
Y'all can't hustle so y'all hate, bunch of shabby cowards
Fashion killer, Burberry with he snazzy collar
Scotch and soda on me, you would think I went to happy hour
Cloth talk, I was cut vintage
Designer patch got the smuts drippin'
Cayans, I cuff diffrent
Gotta dress the part to earn the position
Guess I brought it all to life thanks to firm intuiton
Holla...
Easy...
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6. |
Rebel Wilson
03:56
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[Hook: Erich]
White Balenciaga - thick as fuck, Rebel Wilson
And all I do is kill shit
I been on a bean, on a buck, on my bullshit
South Colombian crocs in the pulpit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
[Verse 1: Erich]
White Balenciaga thick as fuck Rebel Wilson
Gucci on my nuts I'ma nut I don’t feel shit
I been on my job, free the guys, free Meek Mill shit
Yellin’ free the squad on my drops, Russell Wilson
Bao! One shot kill shit
I can’t do ya show if it’s back of the bill shit
You might lose ya how if she act on her feelings
Party in the pool, we don’t fool with the pill shit
[Bridge: Erich]
I’m a drunk I’m the illest
Pouilly Fumé Blanc, pour sauvignon on her feelings
Fun like a field trip, fuck on the ceilings
Dumb on that real shit
Seasick and I still win
I’m a drunk I’m the illest
Pouilly Fumé Blanc, pour sauvignon on her feelings
Fuck on the ceilings, Fun like a field trip
Dumb on that real shit
Seasick and I still win
[Hook]
White Balenciaga - thick as fuck, Rebel Wilson
And all I do is kill shit
I been on a bean, on a buck, on my bullshit
South Colombian crocs in the pulpit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
[Verse 2: James Major]
One big room, full of bad women
I'm on the hit and run, we ain't going past innings
When I'm on the fast mission, cash getting, stacking it
And I need a new whip, fast driven, black tinted
Said my style's incomparable, need a shot a theraflu
Sick shit, I'm the main factor, new variable
I could knock you down, knock you down, Keri Hilson
She on her knees talking to my balls like WILSON!
[Verse 3: Mic Anthony]
Duckin' matrimony, pussy sound like macaroni
Niggas talking phony to their homies like they're rappin' for me
But I'll be Axel Foley, ain't nobody actin' for me
90's with the rhymin' you's a hymen, nigga pass the 40
Crew full of fuck niggas, mad you ain't us nigga
You lookin' sus nigga, I don't really trust niggas
I don't know why they fuckin with me
There's a reason they ain't puffin' with me
I get it lit nigga
[Hook]
White Balenciaga - thick as fuck, Rebel Wilson
And all I do is kill shit
I been on a bean, on a buck, on my bullshit
South Colombian crocs in the pulpit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
Duck, come in on some cool shit
[Verse 4: Relay]
Coming on some cool shit, feeling like I'm Lupe
All up in the mix taking sips of the dusse
Litty on a Tuesday, homie this the new age
Wiggin' out when I'm in the spot cause I'm too paid
Liquor got me sauced, told your girl to bring the noodles
You don't know the boy, better go and do your googles
Putting on a show, might as well call me Hulu
Money talking over here, homie this ain't for the frugle
[Outro: Mic Anthony]
Come in on some cool shit
Niggas on they bullshit
Spit, I got a full clip
You on your knees, on your knees, like the pulpit
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