Tyga - Clique/Fuckin Problem (187) | Текст песни

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• Clique/Fuckin Problem (187)

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
I’m T-Raww, young nigga, I’m the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,
I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Young Money muhfucka, we the shit, I be the shit, we be the shit, I am the shit

I ball out like the San Diego Padres
TGIF, thank God, it’s Friday
Smokey Friday, so high, might fly away
Competition small so I live big like Tom Hanks
Big bank, 22, nigga don’t believe in King
Tried everything from selling weed to counterfeits
Counter clockwise, clock wise, now we countin’ hits
Super freak bitches, made a milly off a porno flick
Good nigga, clean dick, fuck her right, she call again
I ain’t got no time for modellin’, show up lookin’ how your pictures is
Bitch, no call to niggas but we at the Ritz
Super-duper fly nigga so they rub me for a flick
Get it? Flick, flick, choppers on the hip
Make a band chopper drum clip, I’m T.I. with this
Too ill to re-heal or fix, sun a nigga,
Eclipse hotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance
A star, bitch, you the realest? I’m a realist
Father son holy spirit, cause I brought the ghost with me
Let’s toast to the rose I drive in, you can live in
She give me click in my clique, hold up in this

I, got a fuckin’ problem, baby on me like a toddler
Keep my phone on silent
Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin
College girls, homie, why you press like dialin?
I been, everywhere you niggas ain’t can’t go
Where your bitch go? Got her up late
Make my dick plank, she gon’ drink it straight
Rotate, let her friend taste, she from the DMV but I ain’t tryna wait
Ok, DC, Maryland, them phones, they be wearin’ them
Shout out my nigga Wale, we be fly like a terrorist
Get money like inheritance, that pussy I’ma wear it out
Yeah we in the strip club, blowin’ money, air it out
Talkin’ big shit? Let me show you what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Stack 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 and down

Cause I’m the nigga, that nigga nigga, 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
And then I follow, and then I follow, dick in her mouth
Ha, they say Tyga only got like one hit
Shit, at least a nigga got a hit
Banana make her pussy split, porn star, loose lips
Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula hoop is, bitch

You biatch nigga..
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