PartyNextDoor - Clique'd Up lyrics
(Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR) Moved my mama out the apartments Poppa mad that I don’t call him Find a credit card and I charged it Swear to god I’m already ballin’ All my exs from one ocho, wanna f** me Told my mama that they miss and love me All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up, up Nig – n***a, all my hitters clique’d up, up All my hitters clique’d (Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR) b**h, I get more p**y, p**y than a pad I’m into female finger rollin’ abs I’m into (?) smellin’ cash I do not have a hard day to call a cab I need an Uber, I’m in the future I need a low drop, with a bad b**h in it I need a Spanish b**h that need a stallion I be speakin’ spanish, buenos tienes Then I came from London, a way ya man is I dropped the top, now the roof missin’ And now the whip stopped, we was still spinnin’ It will take a lot for you to leave with it She (?) I got (?) with ya I gave her tongue to ya, gave what ya want from her And n***a I don’t rely on your word, I don’t reply on your word Man I’m the kid from the cold, you n***as story is over f** it n***a, that boy is old, I need all my n***as home Who knew that, without a diploma I’m cash And all of my haters: I’m still countin’ cash (Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR) Moved my mama out the apartments Poppa mad that I don’t call him Find a credit changed and I charged it Swear to god I’m already ballin’ All my exs from one ocho, wanna f** me Told my mama that they miss and love me All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up, up Nig – n***a, all my hitters clique’d up, up All my hitters clique’d up, b**h! (Verse 2: King Louie) My name is Louie, but they call me thorns You really, really need (?) start floatin’ So many hate me and they don’t even know me She really basic, but she act like Naomi Droppin’ but i'm a real n***a I don’t get no women, I got hella women I can’t deal with em, na, no I met your ho at a PARTYNEXTDOOR She look just look like (?) before If that b**h love me then I love her more Granny always told me that I was a star She just told me that I wouldn’t get far Now they pay me just to come to they school, hann Pay back’s a b**h and my b**hes like b**hes And I record ’em me k**in’ the women So stick with the sh**s, they wasn’t trippin’ Tony big pippin’ (?) (?) with the balls (?) Get paid like a stick up when my head’s quicker (?) and get lit on that swisher (?) love my country and love some money too (Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR) Moved my mama out the apartments Poppa mad that I don’t call him Find a credit changed and I charged it Swear to god I’m already ballin’ All my exs from one ocho, wanna f** me Told my mama that they miss and love me All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up All my hitters clique’d up, up Nig – n***a, all my haters clique’d up, up All my hitters clique’d up (Outro: PARTYNEXTDOOR) Mama, finally, mama, finally Finally, finally, finally, finally Whoa, ooh, finally, finally Ooh, finally, finally, finally, finally *** Thanks for correction these Lyrics