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    Cruel Summer
    Ouvir álbum completo Cruel Summer Ano de lançamento: 2012Def Jam
    1. To The World (Feat. R. Kelly & Teyana Taylor)
    2. Clique (Feat. Jay-Z & Big Sean)
    3. Mercy (Feat. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz) (tradução)
    4. New God Flow (Feat. Pusha T)
    5. The Morning (Feat. Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, Cyhi the Prynce, Kid Cudi
    6. Cold.1 (Feat. DJ Khaled)
    7. Higher (feat. The-Dream, Pusha T, Mase and Cocaine 80s)
    8. Sin City (feat. John Legend, Travis Scott, Teyana Taylor, Cyhi the Prynce and Ma
    9. The One (Feat. Big Sean, 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius)
    10. Creepers (feat. Kid Cudi)
    11. Bliss (feat. John Legend and Teyana Taylor)
    12. Don't Like.1 (feat. Chief Keef, Pusha T, Big Sean and Jadakiss)

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    What of the dollar you murdered for
    Is that the one fighting for your soul
    Or your brother's the one that you're running from
    But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some

    [Hook: Big Sean]
    Ain't nobody fuckin' with my
    Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
    Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthafuckin'
    Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
    As I look around, they don't do it like my
    Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
    And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
    They want the, they want the

    [Verse 1: Big Sean]
    I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
    My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
    It's grande, from Friday, to next Friday
    I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
    She tryna get me that poo tang
    I might let my crew bang
    My crew deeper than Wu Tang
    I'm rolling with (Huh) fuck I'm saying?
    Girl, you know my crew name
    You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
    I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wanye
    But I'm the fuckin' villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building
    Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
    What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
    Young player from the D that's killin' everything that he see


    [Jay Z]
    Yeah am talking Ye', yeah am talking Rih', yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga I'm talking me
    Yeah I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
    You're money too short, you can't be talking to me
    Yeah I'm talking Lebron, we balling our family tree
    G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we
    Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250, 250 to a half a milli,
    Ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
    Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe
    Translation, I'm the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say
    Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years,
    Ain't hug his son since the second grade
    He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
    It's the dream team meets the supreme team,
    And all our eyes green and only means one thing
    You ain't fuckin' with my clique

    [Kanye West]
    Break records of Louie
    Ate breakfast at Gucci
    My girl a superstar all from a home movie
    Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols
    When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
    Yeah I'm talking business
    We talking Cia
    I'm talking George Tenet
    I seen him the other day
    He asked me about my Maybach
    Think he had the same
    Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
    You know white people get money don't spend it
    Or maybe they get money, buy a business
    I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
    I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish
    Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
    Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment
    Of our imagination, Mtv cribs
    Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where Tc lives
    That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
    He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews
    Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
    Everything I do need a news crew present
    Steve-O swerve homie, watch out for the waves
    I'm way too black to burn from sunrays
    So I just meditated the home in Pompay
    About how I could build a new Rome in one day
    Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
    But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
    Shit is real got me feelin' Isrealian
    Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
    Went through deep depression when my momma passed
    Suicide what kind of talk is that
    But I've been talking to God for so long
    That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back
    Fuckin' with my clique

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