Hit-Boy - Clique/f**in' Problem lyrics

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Hit-Boy - Clique/f**in' Problem lyrics

[Hook] Ain't nobody f**in' with my clique Clique, clique, clique clique I'm T-Raww young n***a I'm the sh** sh**, sh**, sh**, sh** I said ain't nobody f**in' with my clique Clique, clique, clique clique Young money motherf**er we the sh** I be the sh**, we be the sh**, I am the sh** [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***a don't believe in caine Tried everything from sellin' weed to counterfeit Counterclockwise, clockwise Now we countin' hits Superfreak b**hes made a milli off a p**no flick Good n***a, clean dick f** her right she'll call again I ain't got time for modelin' Show up lookin' how your pictures did b**h, no call to n***as, but we at the Ritz Super duper fly n***a 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***a eclipse Hotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance A star b**h 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 [Verse 2: Tyga] I got a f**in' problem Baby on me like a toddler Keep my phone on silent Vibrate, make that a** shake like a violin College girls on me while you pressed like dialing I been everywhere you n***as ain't Can't go where your b**h 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 tryin' to wait DC, Maryland, them phones they be wirin' them Shout out my n***a Wale we be fly like a terrorist Get money like inheritance That p**y I'mma wear it out Yeah we in the strip club Blowin' money, air it out Talkin' big sh** 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***a, the n***a n***a 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, dick in her mouth They say Tyga only got like one hit sh**, at least a n***a got a hit Banana make her p**y split p**nstar, loose lips Ain't no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is b**h Groupie a** n***a… 187

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