Lyrical Breakdown of Double M Clique - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Double M Clique" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Double M Clique" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Rick Ross employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hottest niggas in the game
Mmg, tour starts in a few weeks
If you fucking with it, fuck with me
Ha ha
Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all façade, but nigga just double R
See me jumpin' on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hit the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four missed calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I just seen the boss, he dating to Puerto Rican
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll tour start a few weeks
She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me
Man we be the clique, man I'm so the shit
Boy just simmer down, man I take your bitch
Yeah we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me I'll be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside aint' even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want the
Yeah I'm talking gun play, yeah I'm walking too
Yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that defo true
Yeah I'm really 'bout it yeah I air out anybody
Point him out, I light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore
Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more
Yeah I'm front of hood, yeah I'm from the floor
Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fur
Nigga where your fee, see the white right here
It's a Meddellin thing everything pur
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they want the
they want the, they want the
yeah
Now it's the double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel
And new Olympic sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot of stuntin' but it's only to inspire
Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryna to freak, they think I know Wale and Meek
I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on
Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn
And even if she do forever I'm shit
So much dope I'ma get we legit
They ain't fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique