Clique’d Up lyrics

[Intro]
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Cardo Got Wings

[Chorus: 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*ck me
Told my mama that they miss and love me
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up, up
Nig - n*gga, all my haters clique'd up, up
All my haters clique'd up

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
b*tch, I get more pus*y, pus*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*tch in it
I need a Spanish b*tch that need a stallion
I be speakin' spanish, buenos tienes
Then I came from London, the way I manage
I dropped the top, now the roof missin'
And the whip stopped, we was still spinnin'
It will take a lot for you to leave with it
She policing ya, I got her teaching ya
I gave her tongue to ya, gave what ya want from her
And n*gga I don't rely on your word, I don't reply on your word
Man I'm the kid from the cold, you n*ggas story is over
f*ck it n*gga, that boy is old, I need all my n*ggas home
Who knew that, without a diploma I'm cash
And all of my haters: I'm still countin' cash
[Chorus: 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*ck me
Told my mama that they miss and love me
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up, up
Nig - n*gga, all my haters clique'd up, up
All my haters clique'd up, b*tch!

[Verse 2: King Louie]
b*tch! My name is Louie, but they call me Tony
So many mini-mes, when did I start cloning?
So many hate me and they don't even know me
She really basic, but she act like Naomi
Droppin' bottom a real n*gga
I ain't into women that ain't into women
I can't deal with them, nah, no
I met your ho at the party next door
She look just look like the dime from before
If that b*tch 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*tch and my b*tches like b*tches
And I record 'em me killin' the witnesses
So stick with the sh*ts, they wasn't trippin'
Tony big pippin' [?]
[?] with the balls And stay flat, cause we cough
Get paid like a stick up when my head's quicker
I handle the coke and get lit on that swisher
[?] love my country and love some money too
[Chorus: 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*ck me
Told my mama that they miss and love me
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up
All my haters clique'd up, up
Nig - n*gga, all my haters clique'd up, up
All my haters clique'd up

[Outro: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Mama, finally, mama, finally
Finally, finally, finally, finally
Whoa, ooh, finally, finally
Ooh, finally, finally, finally, finally