Brandon King ft. Bailey Canela - Clique (Official Video)

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Shot by: @byaccidentfilms
Mixed and Mastered by: Brandon King

LYRICS:
(Intro)
Yea
Yea
(Wow)
(Wow)
(Wow)
(Wow)
Wowoow
Wow
Wow
Wowww
Yea
Yea
Check it

(Chorus)
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
Picking up the Benz in the port
Everything I want I sort
Everything I had I fought
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so

(Verse 1)
I see it I want it I like it I buy it
I step with no stylist
You step to the clique or the mob or the gang
That shit will get violent
Man them say they want smoke on the internet pull up they be silent
I don't care if she bad
I'll cut her off she acting too childish
Word to gator I be stepping
I'm like Graylen with the left hand
Fit could even cost you ten bands
I'll take your girl in some sweatpants
On some light shit
My mother used to work the night shift
Pull up on you with an AMG forty three
You prolly thinking its lightning
Yeah

(Chorus)
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
Picking up the Benz in the port
Everything I want I sort
Everything I had I fought
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so

(Verse)
Real
All of my fellas
We real and we lit
Count up the commas
we make it and dip
Hit up your girl if she a baddi and Thick
its a fact that fellas are hating while we just winning
These fellas are sick
Making the commas by a flick of a pic
Its not hard to make the money legit
Pray to Allah that one day
Me and brothers and sisters the clique will be rich
One day day I told my mama if all goes well
I'll buy her a mansion or crib
Eating organic just forget the ribs
Living so lavish we live on the hills
My queen don't gotta worry about nothing
Cuz her son paying all the bills

(Chorus)
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it a thought
Talk to your girl like one two three and then she gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
Picking up the Benz in the port
Everything I want I sort
Everything I had I fought
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so hard
(Man real and we so hard)
Man real and we so

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