TYGA

TYGA - Clique Freestyle / Fuckin Problems Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Ain’t nobody fuckin with my clique, clique, clique

I’m t raw, yound nigga I’m the shit, shit, shit, shit

I said ain’t nobody fuckin with my clique, clique, clique

Young money motherfucker, we the shit, I be the shit

We be the shit, I am the shit

I ball out like the san diego padres

Tgif, thank god it’s Friday

Smokey Friday, so high I might fly away

Competition small so live big like Tom Hanks

Big bank, 22, nigga don’t believe in kings

Tried everything from selling weed to counterfeits

Count that clockwise, clock wise, how we counting hits

Super freak bitches, made a millie off a porno flick

Good niiga clean dick, fuck her right she call again

I ain’t got time for modelin, show up lookin how your picture is

Bitch, no Carlton niggas but we at the ritz

Super duper fly niggas, so they buggin for a flick

Get it, flick, flick

Choppas on the hip make a band, chop a drum clip

I’m ty with this, too real, to reheal, to fix

Sun a nigga eclise, hotter than middle east is

Pledge allegiance, a star bitch, you the realest

I’m the realest, father, son holy spirit

Cause I brought the ghost with me

Let’s toast to the rolls I drive in

You could live in, she give me click

And my click winnin, bang murda bizness

I got a fuckin problem, baby on me like a tyler

Keep my phone on silent

Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin

College girls homie while you press like dialin

I’ve been, everywhere you niggas ain’t can’t go where your bitch go

Got her uplate, made my dick plane, she gonn drink it straight

Rotate, let her friend taste

She from the dmv, but I ain’t tryina way

Ok, dc, marylin, them phones, they be wearin them

Shout out my nigga wale we be fly like a terrorist

Get money like inheritance, that pussy I’ma wear it out

Yeah we in the strip club, blowing money air it out

Talking big shit, let me show you what I’m talkin bout

Stack for the freak show, told her bring the circus out

I ain’t getting married, cause these hoes they just going round

Riding on the next click soon as they up

Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga, nigga

They hold me down, if it’s drama and if it’s drama, I got that loud

Told my girl, Jeffrey Dama, I eat her out

Then I follow, and then I follow, dick in her mouth ah

They said tyga only got like 1 hit

Shit, at least a nigga got a hit

Banana make her pussy split, porn star loose lips

Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula hoop is bitch

Groupie ass niggas.

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