Circo Loco

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I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees

I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie

I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian

Way I'm dressin' tell I been to a thousand islands

This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion

She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin'

Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon

Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up

Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough

Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough

Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up

Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up

Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up

Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints

Introduce me to her ****, yeah, it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench

Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince

Bitch, I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes

And I never been the one to go apologize

Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time

Ayy, known the girl for six months, dinner up at my place

But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date

All my **** on the roads raising up the crime rate

Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate

And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate

And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though

Turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Ayy, crodie, turn me

Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me, what?

(21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03 (21)

Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds (21)

Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

Bitch tried to burn me up

Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)

I'll never slip (Never)

SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the Stroker's VIP (Pussy)

Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)

Limpin' with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)

All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit

Went from Angell Town Estates to a big estate

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)

Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)

I been thuggin' all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)

Still posted in the A where **** fear me

Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)

Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me

And I'm down to hit 'em up

One more time

Hit my line, you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancin'

One more time, you gotta run the fades

Oh, yeah, alright

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