CIRQUE DU SOLEIL
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(Ay) (Yuh, mm) (Oh f*ck) (Oh shit) (Ay, ay) Hoe is tryna get me, she a fed Better only f*ck with me if you tryna give me head Na, na, na Can't find replacement for me yet Ain't tryna blow up for these bitches, just to leave my mama set Aye, yah, yah Try to get my cash, won't ricochet All you is is fucking clowns like you in the Cirque Soliel Cry, yah, yah Quarter to eleven, elevate Do not try to get me down, I'm higher than a fucking jet High, yah, yah Ay, yah, yah I'm a motherfucking baller Five by Five, understand I'm at the top, yuh On my side, too much ice like a Dialga Line by line, ecstasy from getting guap, yuh Tell yo hoe I'm coming over Call my bitch a super soaker Smoking gas like I'm the Joker Ha ha ha ha Nothing left for no debating Pussy hoe, you menstruating All you do is copy-pasting Ra ra ra ra None of you are friends with me All liquor with promethazine Cut corners like a bishop Shut yo bitch up She a guest of me You tryna take my recipe You fucking up, you'll rest in peace My gang'll slice your wrist up No existing Change my rhetoric Classy bitch tryna take my money, yah Wanna fucking fight, take it outside I just need a hoe to tell me ride It's impossible to have this much swagger on me Here's a message little bitch, I keep a dagger on me Said I'm in yo bitch's mouth, she tryna tap it lowkey She a baddie, Loki Uh Keep the magic on my wrist (Haha) Gave her kids like fucking Trix (Yuh, mm) She too grimy, call her Rick, yeah She a walking masochist (What the f*ck) Hoe is tryna get me, she a fed Better only f*ck with me if you tryna give me head Na, na, na Can't find replacement for me yet Ain't tryna blow up for these bitches, just to leave my mama set Aye, yah, yah Hoe is tryna get me, she a fed Better only f*ck with me if you tryna give me head Na, na, na Can't find replacement for me yet Ain't tryna blow up for these bitches, just to leave my mama set Aye, yah, yah Try to get my cash, won't ricochet All you is is fucking clowns like you in the Cirque Soliel Cry, yah, yah Quarter to eleven, elevate Do not try to get me down, I'm higher than a fucking jet High, yah, yah Hoe is tryna get me, she a fed Better only f*ck with me if you tryna give me head Na, na, na Can't find replacement for me yet Ain't tryna blow up for these bitches, just to leave my mama set Aye, yah, yah Try to get my cash, won't ricochet All you is is fucking clowns like you in the Cirque Soliel Cry, yah, yah Quarter to eleven, elevate Do not try to get me down, I'm higher than a fucking jet High, yah, yah
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