Clique/fuckin Problem Lyrics - 187 - Tyga

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 

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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 

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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