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Circles on Figueroa St.
Big Sad 1900 & Iamm
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Yeah
I am him and not them, though
Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
The one and not the two, though, yeah
You know how that shit go, man
1900
IAMM, what up nigga
J up in this motherfucker
Look, ay
Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby, buss down
Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now
Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now
Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"
Geekin', I done came in with a .40 in the party
My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley
I could make a skinny bitch outtrap a thick ho
Let me in the Bay, I get love around that 'frisco
You'll find her down and around until that bitch blow
I'ma pour a four, get some money, then I get mo'
These bitches know my name and these niggas know my status
You my bitch, I'll fuck you in the kitchen or the mattress
I'm in New York shopping out here, tryna pick some fashion
Get off all in yo' shit, like "Nigga, why you laughing?"
In a spaceship riding big whips, this a hunnid grand
I'm in Hollywood sweatin' bitches, shoutout Hunnit Grand
If you don't got no money, nah, bitch, I am not yo' man
If you don't got no gun, you a gangsta, I am not yo' friend
Bad bitch, everything she wearing is Dior
Five pints of lean, baby bottles on the floor
I'm a trophy, niggas want to knock me off and up the score
I've been busy bussin' down, nigga go and check the board
Yeah, like, you know
I just wanna whisper in yo' ear then disappear, baby
You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm saying?
You know I really take you from here to there, though
Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby buss down
Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now
Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now
Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"
Geekin', I done came in with a 40 in the party
My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley
I kick out, I don't kick those, that's a Benj note
Hanging out, dining with the pimps at Del Frisco's
White teeth watching how my neck and my wrist glow
I don't even call or break a sweat when the bitch blow
Double R's and 'Raris out here acting like I'm Gotti
Talkin' 'bout can she work? Can I work, and who gon' stop me?
Kept it P when I served him for the bitch, he wanna pop me
I put bitches on the track and do shows at the Roxy
I blow big dough in a big Benz, not a 64
Got yo' ass living outta rooms, you should get ghost
I done did it all around this bitch I'm like big bro
The bitch came with a thousand dollars, I'm like get mo'
West LA nigga on my cross country shit
I'ma drop her off to you, when I'm done with the bitch
Walk her down, sweat her from the nine to the six
You can't name another rapper that be really in the mix
Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby buss down
Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now
Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now
Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"
Geekin', I done came in with a .40 in the party
My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley
You know, what she do for me she might not do for you
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know them hos tired of living in rooms, man
She want a roof over her head and be comfortable in bed, man
But you got the people waking her up at 11 and shit for checkout
Like, them hos get tired of that shit, man
You know, she wanna choose a boss, man
'Cause she real lost
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