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TYGA lyrics : "Clique/Fuckin Problem"

Hook:

Ain't nobody $#&@in' with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

I'm T-Raww, young ^!$$%, I'm the %#@!, %#@!, %#@!, %#@!, %#@!,
I said ain't nobody $#&@in' with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Young Money muh$#&@a, we the %#@!, I be the %#@!, we be the %#@!, I am the %#@!


Verse 1:
I ball out like 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, ^!$$% don't believe in King
Tried everything from selling weed to counterfeits
Counter clockwise, clock wise, now we countin' hits

Super freak (*##$es, made a milly off a !@$^o flick
Good ^!$$%, clean dick, $#&@ her right, she call again
I ain't got no time for modellin', show up lookin' how your pictures is

(*##$, no call to ^!$$%s but we at the Ritz
Super duper fly ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%,
Eclipse-lotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance

A star, (*##$, you the realest? I'm a realist
Father son holy spirit, cause I brought the ghost with me
Let's tiast to the rose I drive in, you can live in

She give me click in my clique, hold up bidness

Verse 2:

I, got a $#&@in' prollem, babi on me like a toddler
Keep my phone on silent
Vibrate, make that $$# shake like a violent

Colledge girls, homie, why you press like Dylan?
I been, everywhere you ^!$$%s ain't can't go
Where your (*##$ 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 ^!$$% Wale, we be fly like a terrorist
Get money like inheritance, that #~!!@ I'ma wear it out
Yeah we in the strip club, blowin' money, air it out

Talkin' big %#@!? 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

Cause I'm the ^!$$%, that ^!$$% ^!$$%, 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
%#@!, at least a ^!$$% got a hit
Banana make her #~!!@ split, !@$^ star, loose lips

Ain't no room in my circle like a hula hoop is, (*##$


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