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letra de every time i pull up - cypher clique

[verse 1: mic anthony]
gotta k!ll it cause i gotta, tomato or tomata
anytime i’m on the track with other rappers, i’m the hotter
we plotted all this sh-t at caesar rodney in bravadas
now they got us in the sources, all the stages gettin’ slaughtered
i’m chillin’ with your daughter, i’m chillin’ with your cousin
i be chillin’ with the baddest cause they heard a n-gg- buzzin’
she hotter than a sauna, we kick it like kitana
and she smokin’ on the vaper, she don’t do no marijuana
and what you doin’ like really isn’t that necessary
look at all my accolades, all my n-gg-s legendary
you lookin’ secondary, i ain’t talking corner backs
ready for the beef but them n-gg-s never order that
b-tches never holla back, i’m stating all the facts
he lookin’ salty at the party want his dollar back
i be on my next sh-t, and i’m a threat b-tch
pro with the hoes and the flows, i’m a vet yea

[hook: mic anthony]
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every time i
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every time i
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every time i
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(p-p-pull up p-p-pull up)

[verse 2: relay]
dapper dan, look at how i dress
only name brands go across the chest
money keeps me up i don’t need a rest
call me mr. nike cause i’m makin’ checks
gettin’ paper is the only plan
like a snare drum boy i stay with bands
doing big things, look at all the fans
from new york to j-pan
all about the duckets, shootin’ like a bucket
haters throw shade, but the broads love it
shows in the east and the parties out west
everything’s good and the team’s getting press
bottles on deck, you ain’t tippin’ get to steppin’
got that captain with the c-ke or the black cherry effen
shawty takin’ lessons, got here out the bar then we dip man
thought i was a slave by the way of my whip game

[verse 3: james major]
trade in my whip to get a better one, this is how we get it done
if this was a game you’d be on level one
we be on the move everywhere to get the racks high
got the dissertation flow, all my paper stack high
now we’re making better songs, they ain’t give a hand like prosthetic arms
now i’m wishing all my haters dead and gone
shawty want the kid now, wanna call my line
treat her like the x-games, she can fall inline all the time
you see in delaware we got it locked by all accounts
if n-gg-s hatin’ on the clique you can tell em bounce
heavyweight but still dealing with small amounts
but what we get, we break it up like a fallin’ out
but never fallin’ out, cause we’re here forever
cause i do it for the team through all my endeavors
i ain’t lyin’ trynna have it all
made moves from my android cell, no dragon ball

- cypher clique

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