Clique’d Up King Louie (Ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR)

[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 fuck 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 - nigga, all my haters clique'd up, up
All my haters clique'd up

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Bitch, I get more pussy, pussy 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 bitch in it
I need a Spanish bitch 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 nigga I don't rely on your word, I don't reply on your word
Man I'm the kid from the cold, you niggas story is over
Fuck it nigga, that boy is old, I need all my niggas home
Who knew that, without a diploma I'm cash
And all of my haters: I'm still countin' cash