GoldLink Spectrum song lyrics

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 that go to [?] mind

Met you when I was like maybe fifteen years on you

You just act a little older plus I heard you came from Arizona

And that was new so I was poppin' up at house parties

Ridin', fuckin' dirty with the older niggas ridin' for me

And they just told me how that game work

I said fuck it, I'mma put the rockin' by your [?] dumb shit

But fuck it, that's my initial thought when I had met you

I was sittin' in the bleachers when your girls approached me

And they threw away your number like it wan't taken or something

I told 'em "Baby, I'm nothing", say "Why you wanna choose me?"

They giggle, and walked away, I pray to God

It felt so right, I never [?], I never fucked them bitches [?]

So if you ever try to blame it on me

Know I blame it on my dick, know I'm sick, ya 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

Run through, run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run, run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Nineteen, I got a newer meaning

Rocked Monk beats, got sane, searchin' for a deeper meaning

Still burnin' women, what a deadly contradiction

Nigga [?] ya with the physical and spiritual

Lookin' back at what my life and what a fuckin' trip

I coulda loved this bitch and lost myself so I could please the bitch

And never please the bitch is what I learned and then I went away from everything

I started searchin' for one, well, uh

Mo' bitches, mo' money, mo' drugs

How my niggas started robbin', went west, start thuggin'

Picked rappin', they chose, I blew, my crew

Got big, split wigs, still rob mo' [?]

We battle, we fight, we one big one

No Pun, all scale, no bitch on my dick

Young nigga, no whip, my niggas legit

And I pray for my clan 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 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