Clique/f*ckin’ Problem lyrics

[Part 1: Clique]

[Hook]
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique clique
I’m T-Raww young n*gga I’m the sh*t
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
I said ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique clique
Young money motherf*cker we the sh*t
I be the sh*t, we be the sh*t, I am the sh*t

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I ball out like the San Diego Padres
TGIF, thank God it’s Friday
Smokey Friday, so high might fly away
Competition’s small so I live big like Tom Hanks
Big bang, 22, n*gga don’t believe in caine
Tried everything from sellin’ weed to counterfeit
Counterclockwise, clockwise
Now we countin’ hits
Superfreak b*tches made a milli off a porno flick
Good n*gga, clean di*k
f*ck her right she’ll call again
I ain’t got time for modelin’
Show up lookin’ how your pictures did
b*tch, no call to n*ggas, but we at the Ritz
Super duper fly n*gga so they bug me for a flick
Get it? Flick, flick, choppers on the hip
Make a band, chop a drum clip, I’m T.I. with this
Too ill to reheal or fix son a n*gga eclipse
Hotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance
A star b*tch you the realest, I’m a realist
Father, son, holy spirit
‘cause I brought the ghost with me
Let’s toast to the Rolls I driven
You could live in
She give me clit and my clique winnin’
Bank murder up in this
[Part 2: f*ckin' Problems]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
I got a f*ckin’ problem
Baby on me like a toddler
Keep my phone on silent
Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin
College girls on me while you pressed like dialing
I been everywhere you n*ggas ain’t
Can’t go where your b*tch go, got her up late
Make my di*k plank, she gon’ drink it straight
Rotate, let her friend taste
She from the DMV but I ain’t tryin’ to wait
DC, Maryland, them phones they be wirin’ them
Shout out my n*gga Wale we be fly like a terrorist
Get money like inheritance
That pus*y I’mma wear it out
Yeah we in the strip club
Blowin’ money, air it out
Talkin’ big sh*t
Let me show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Stacks for the freak show
Told her bring the circus out
I ain’t gettin’ married ‘cause these hoes
They just go around
Ridin’ on the next clique soon as they up in town
Cause I’m the n*gga, the n*gga n*gga
They hold me down if it’s drama
And if it’s drama, I got that loud
Told my girl, Jeffrey Dahmer, and eat her out
Then I follow, and then I follow, di*k in her mouth
They say Tyga only got like one hit
sh*t, at least a n*gga got a hit
Banana make her pus*y split
Pornstar, loose lips
Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is
b*tch
Groupie ass n*gga…

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