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the circle

m-i-a-j-c

i’m in atl, bout to crash a rari, me and rarri

get it started, i got foreign b-tches actin’ like they ooo

i got foreign b-tches in here actin’ like they real r-t-rded

pop a perc, they p-ssy-farted, i’m raked up but this regardless

now listen, amiri jeans, bout 1290

trapped out in a trap house, 12 can’t find me

i came back down because my background be actin’ too violent

sock em in the eye now his sh-t violet

b-tch, i’ma go throw my hands, cause that’s alright

b-tch, bay-bay wanna dance and that’s all night

30 dollars, just to send a homе, spirit flight

know i’m 1 of 1 ain’t nair one of these b-tchеs gon’ play with me

feel like bro in hollywood, pushin’ my amg

my cap rgb, ain’t no ho gon’ lie to me

big blood with a crip, we both 55th

big blood with a crip, but we both 55th

mr. maker, b-tch, go toot that ass up

every time i hit the spot with blocks, we gotta trap some

every time she hit the block with thots, we bout to slap some

now listen, smash some, as soon as i act up

i’m on percocets, my jersey say my last name

he cool with a pistol on me, 30 round, got a gas chamber

hit your b in front of the back, she got a yea yea

hit your b in front of the back, she got a ass sprain

gave that b-tch a chinese v, another aspirin

got me hittin from the front, she was speakin’ different

i’m gon’ handle business when i’m in it just cause i’m malicious too

i’m in atl, bout to crash a rari, me and rarri, get it started

i got foreign b-tches actin’ like they ooo

i got foreign b-tches in here actin’ like they real r-t-rded

pop a perc, they p-ssy farted

i racked up but this regardless

now listen, amiri jeans, about 1290
trapped out in a trap house, 12 can’t find me

i can’t back down because my background be actin’ too violent

please don’t get me started

man, this drink got me like roddy ricch

feeling anti social

we don’t chop it up, we chop with sticcs

diors they be stabbin’, land on magic

now i take my picc, 9 to 5

another b-tch arrive she had to work her shift

sweet lady, would you be my

baby girl, i’m sippin’ on this drank, i’m feelin’ senile

pourin’ red, drinkin’ on that blood, i’m finna bleed out

maybach’n chillin’, i’m relaxin’, throw my feet out

feelin’ all this motion from this potion, pull a beat out

tapped in with the cs, a couple bs, you shouldn’t be out

gotta keep it p with all my fe’s, pull my seat out

hop up in my car, hit the exhaust, don’t pull the keys out

pullin’ on your braids when you get slayed, i see your leave out

life in danger, we don’t talk to strangers, pull them things out

hop on stage, feel like love is rage, hear him sing out

flip the page, sada he the gang, then wipe him clean out

i’m an atl, bout to crash a rari, me and rarri

get it started, i got foreign b-tches actin’ like they ooo

i got foreign b-tches in here actin’ like they real r-t-rded

pop a perc her p-ssy farted, i racked up but this regardless

now listen, amiri jeans, about 1290

trapped out in a trap house, 12, can’t find me

i came back down because my background be actin’ too violent

- crash rarri

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