clique / fuckin problem lyrics – tyga

clique / f*ckin problem

[hook]
ain’t n*body f*ckin’ with my clique,
clique, clique, clique clique,
i’m t raww young n*gg* i’m the sh*t,
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
i said ain’t n*body 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]
i ball out like the san diego padres
tgif, thank god it’s friday
smokey friday, so high might fly away
compet*tion’s small so i live big like tom hanks
big bang, 22, n*gg* don’t believe in king
tried everything from sellin’ weed to counterfeit
counterclockwise, clockwise
now we countin’ hits
superfreak b*tches made a milli off a p*rno flick
good n*gg*, clean d*ck
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*gg*s, but we at the ritz,
super duper fly n*gg* so they bug me for a flick
get it? flick, flick, choppers on the hip
make a band, chop a drum clip, i’m ti with this
too ill to reheal or fix son a n*gg* 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 cl*t and my clique winnin’
bank murder up in this

[verse 2]
i got a f*ckin’ problem
baby on me like a toddler
keep my phone on silent
vibrate, make that *ss shake like a violin
college girls on me while you press like dilan
i been everywhere you n*gg*s ain’t
can’t go where your b*tch go, got her up late
make my d*ck 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 wearin’ them
shout out my n*gg* wally be fly like a terrorist
get money like inheritance
that p*ssy 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*gg*, the n*gg* n*gg*
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, d*ck in her mouth
they say tyga only got like one hit
sh*t, at least a n*gg* got a hit
banana make her p*ssy split
p*rnstar, loose lips,
ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is
b*tch

groupie *ss n*gg*…

/ tyga lyrics