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letra de the circle - bandgang masoe

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[intro]
(my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
(mia jay c)
(kilo made this)

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
b-tch, how much your lace front cost? i’m tryna pay for it
and she let me f-ck first night, i ain’t wait for it
and she made me bust off the head, ate it and kept goin’
this b-tch love to rock the mic like she performin’

[verse 2: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
let’s get it
treat the opps’ block like a monopoly board, we finna bend it
n-gga, poke your head up, i’m tryna hit it
they ask me where the striker at, we already in it

[verse 3: hp jrock]
glock came from australia, chop russian
b-tch, how much for that p-ssy? i’m tryna f-ck it
last n-gga swung in the club, bro bust him
only hit his ass in his hand, should’ve slumped him

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
i f-ck bad hoes and cut ‘еm off, they start askin’ for money
i tried to tеll her, “if i’m even f-ckin’ with you, ho, you lucky”
i know the baddest hoes be the biggest hoes, i ain’t no dummy
i ain’t trippin’, i’ll pay that lil’ money
[verse 5: shredgang mone]
i’m a seven-deuce pistol popper, welcome to the big leagues
shoot the fully, soundin’ like a bottle and a ten-speed
send his stupid ass to the gates, thinkin’ sh-t’s sweet
when i shoot the glock, i swing it like a frisbee

[verse 6: bandgang lonnie bands]
f-ck stackin’, n-gga, flip again
you want some real action, take it out of michigan
hey, you can turn that five to that ten to the benjamin
show you how that pow’ hit the pan and get to sizzlin’
straight drop, huh
drove twenty-four hours, i gotta make it count
i had two hundred drivers, i never drove the ‘hound
we’ll flat the bus tires, all these f-ckin’ pounds

[verse 7: bandgang biggs]
i ain’t doin’ too much, just a cool twenty on me (yeah)
i’m a real big dog, i can’t be your lil’ homie (at all)
he was steady talkin’ crazy until we got rid of homie (yop)
i got two b-tches with me, and i’m in the middle of ’em
don’t tolerate no disrespect if i feel you a threat (what?)
i dropped thirty-five on your head like durant (n-gga)
made her drive to memphis with a grizzly, ja morant
n-ggas silly, really think they f-ckin’ with me, how is that?

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