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letra de circus pt.2 (og version) - kdot keepclickin

[intro: kenzo b]
you know borleone shot this sh-t
grrah (grrah-grrah)
like
top 2 and i’m not 2 b-tch
kenzo b
all ima say is, this my last time responding to you bum ass b-tches
like
look

[verse 1]
stop the act for the net
all you b-tches ain’t what y’all be claiming to be
ya b-tches know i was made for the streets
them lil b-tches gon die all like spinning on feet
that b-tch a lil body i’ll put her to sleep
i don’t need a knocka bet her ass getting beat
got the scalp when i see her i hope she got energyi’m tryna fix up her t–th like
f-ck is wrong, i’m tryna link up in person
but these b-tches love writing songs
i’m like f-ck it let’s do it
hope they know sh-t get deeper then music
but how they gon keep confusing a b-tch talking facts
with a cappin lil b-tch who just rap
and when b-tches run into me bet them b-tches ain’t on sh-t
tell lil shani put it on her tat
when she see me she throwin that sh-t
b-tches be flashing the knocks for the vid
and that’s how i could tell they ain’t blowing that sh-t
so it’s over, that b-tch ain’t tough she was only a holster
don’t even wanna boom her but she talking to hot
so i can’t promise that i won’t poke her
and i could speak on the dead but i don’t wanna smoke on her mans
cause the way he went out he a floater
[verse 2: kdot keepcl!ckin]
talkin’ on bro is a ticket to death (uh-huh)
lookin’ for oys, leave ’em by the steps (oyk)
n-ggas be p-ssy, y’all n-ggas ain’t threats
ya mans got poked, lift him up the steps (don’t run-don’t run)
hospital bed, they was pumpin’ his chest
word to my dead, n-ggas got me upset
said, “i ain’t wanna do this,” but they got me fessed
like, n-ggas be dissin’, they duckin’ the rec’
“oyo— what?” better watch where you step
me and kk, on a mission (yes)
i catch a o and i bet he go missin’ (“kk, get that pole”)
me and bro like jordan and pippen

[verse 3: kenzo b]
real ass b-tch you can smell it in my fragrance
i’m too lit so them b-tches can’t stand me
i pop my sh-t and i’m takin that risk
i’ll be d-mned if i trip bout a b-tch lookin manly

[bridge: kenzo b]
like
how the f-ck you dropping my jet and when you see my jet you show mad respect
you b-tches is dead b-tt

- kdot keepclickin

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