| Just finished hitting these bitches and now I’m dipping
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| This barbecue sauce on my fried chicken
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| Am I tripping? |
| I said that backwards
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| I rock my hat backwards, I’m on the beat, my swagger’s dapper
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| Don’t call me Dan, just cause I break down the weed
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| And wrap trees with my fam, don’t mean I got wrapper hands
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| But I’d slap a fan quickly and I mean real quickly
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| Lube her up, do her up, that’s what I call a quickie
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| Fucking faggot fan in the audience wanna diss me
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| I met his goofy ass back stage and I feed him pissy
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| His girlfriend was a witness, I said look Missy
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| Don’t say a word and umm… pass the ciggy
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| Or a stogie cause I got the greens
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| And I got the rollies and we can get high
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| And I can treat you like Kobe or Ghosty
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| Cause I’ll fuckin' vanish if you wanna fuckin' panic, I’m the pussy bandit
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| We rollin' up the la-la-la, we rollin' up the la-la-la
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| Is he rollin' up a la-la-la? |
| Nigga we rollin' up a la-la-la
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| Smokin' up the la-la-la, we gettin' high off the la-la-la
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| We so fly off the la-la-la, come and buy a la-la-la (Wolf Gang)
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| There’s two girls, I’m in the middle and my black kinda ninnle
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| No it isn’t a rental, so we gonna have to be gentle
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| She’s arrested by my gentles like a fucking criminal
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| Felony after felony, well her priors are telling me
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| She wearing all spandex, light shirt
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| I finna go nutty professor in her bloody old dress
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| Don’t scream but hold them signs up, protest the W
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| NBA bouncing balls covering her breast up
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| Girl what’s up with your friend on the left
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| I’m a have to go get, get it in on the left
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| Snip and trim on the left, slim skin on the left
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| She got a twin on the left, we were hiking up the canyon
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| I’m pulling out my canon, showing her a main companion
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| Cause soon eggs scrambling and then a nigga scramming
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| And you can’t hold me back, Space jammin'
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| Two three’s, weak balls, she eat balls, meatballs
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| We rollin' up the la-la-la, we rollin' up the la-la-la
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| Is he rollin' up a la-la-la? |
| Nigga we rollin' up a la-la-la
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| Smokin' up the la-la-la, we gettin' high off the la-la-la
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| We so fly off the la-la-la, come and buy a la-la-la (Wolf Gang) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Circus , by - MellowHype. Song from the album BlackenedWhite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп