Drake & 21 Savage – Circo Loco Lyrics

Drake & 21 Savage – Circo Loco Lyrics
Circo Loco
Drake & 21 Savage
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    "Circo Loco." - Drake & 21 Savage

    Album: Her Loss
    Track No: 09
    One more—
    I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees
    I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie
    I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian
    Way I'm dressin' tell I been to a thousand islands
    This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion
    She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin'
    Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon
    Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
    Crodie, turn me up
    Crodie, turn me up
    Crodie, turn me up
    Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up
    Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough
    Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough
    Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up
    Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up
    Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up
    Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
    Introduce me to her ****, yeah, it make sense
    Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench
    Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince
    Bitch, I did it for the mob ties
    Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes
    And I never been the one to go apologize
    Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time
    Ayy, known the girl for six months, dinner up at my place
    But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date
    All my **** on the roads raising up the crime rate
    Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate
    And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate
    And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate
    Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though
    Turn me up
    Crodie, turn me up
    Crodie, turn me up
    Ayy, crodie, turn me
    Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me, what?
    (21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03 (21)
    Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds (21)
    Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean
    Bitch tried to burn me up
    Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)
    I'll never slip (Never)
    SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)
    Rich as hell, still hood, in the Stroker's VIP (Pussy)
    Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
    Limpin' with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)
    Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)
    All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit
    Went from Angell Town Estates to a big estate
    Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)
    Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
    I been thuggin' all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)
    Still posted in the A where **** fear me
    Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)
    Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me
    And I'm down to hit 'em up
    One more time
    Hit my line, you know that head was great
    Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancin'
    One more time, you gotta run the fades
    Oh, yeah, alright
    One more time
    One more—
    One more—
    One more time

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, S. Bin Abraham-Joseph, Matthew Jehu Samuels, T. B. Chambers, Noah "40" Shebib, M. McCollum, T. Bangalter, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo & A Moore.

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