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letra de clique/fuckin' problem - tyga

[hook]
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with my clique
clique, clique, clique clique
i’m t-raww young n-gga i’m the sh-t
sh-t, sh-t, sh-t, sh-t
i said ain’t n0body 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: tyga]
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-gga don’t believe in caine
tried everything from sellin’ weed to counterfeit
counterclockwise, clockwise
now we countin’ hits
superfreak b-tches made a milli off a p-rno fl!ck
good n-gga, 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-ggas, but we at the ritz
super duper fly n-gga so they bug me for a fl!ck
get it? fl!ck, fl!ck, 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-gga 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: tyga]
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 pressed like dialing
i been everywhere you n-ggas 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 wirin’ them
shout out my n-gga wale we 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-gga, the n-gga n-gga
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-gga 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-gga…

187

- tyga

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