artists: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

lirik lagu clique / fuckin problem – 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-…

- kumpulan lirik lagu tyga