Circle K

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Iove you, KXVI
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 BigWalkDog, uh, uh (It's the Kronic on keyboard)
 I ain't foldin'
 Like the Benz blew out her back, she been nowhere
 Told the bitch, "Beat daddy back," and she know it
 Hope a nigga pull out them racks and just show it
 Send a nigga up like a kite, let him blow it
 I'm the one that was steppin' in this bitch makin' noise
 I'm the young nigga hot, make a motherfuckin' board
 You can fold in the road, nigga stay up on the porch
 He can do what he want, but this shit don't work
 Big booty bitch, told the bitch, "Make it twerk"
 Stand up in the pussy, I'm a vet, make her squirt
 VVS stones in my mouth, all work
 They didn't know I had did it 'til I did it at first
 I ain't never had shit, watch mе get it out the dirt
 Ice in thе Cuban link, diamond blue like Smurf
 Hit his ass with the fire, gettin' moved by a hearse
 You act a fool for our clout, you get the news in a shirt
 Ice too precise, all night, clockwork
 'Fore a nigga get my chain, he gon' have to die first
 I'ma stand-up in the chest, it's all love like Durk
 Fell in love with the commas, all green like turf
 When I came out the room, I was goated at first
 With that Off-White shirt, paint made, Gabanna purple
 Act a fool up in Saks, with the racks, she a
 I ain't worried 'bout shit with the stick, I'ma murk 'em
 He was comin' through the hood, shoot the stick through the curtain
 Prayed for a come-up, got stuck with a burden
 Ran off on the plug with a pound, I was
 Got this shit up out the mud like a bug, now I'm dirty
 Pocket watchin' ass niggas tryna keep it, now they hurtin'
 Bought a bag with a bag, might buy a bitch a Birkin
 I'm a player, make her mad, she can't change, I ain't servin'
 And everybody wanna eat, but everybody ain't workin'
 Everybody wanna beef, but everybody can't murder
 I'ma fuck the game up every time 'cause it's
 Slow feet don't eat, compared to me, you a turtle
 And I'm still drippin' sauce like a goddamn burger
 "They ain't fuckin' with you, Walk"
 Yeah, I know, but they ain't heard me
 She'll suck a nigga dry, damn, the lil' ho thirsty
 That bitch blowin' up the phone, damn, the lil' ho worsen
 Yeah, I'll be a boss before a worker
 I'll take another loss 'fore I give free verses
 Yeah, we can tap in with the money in person
 I can do it with the rappers, keep it street, keep it dirty
 VPN with the plug, know I'm still networkin'
 Big icy ass chain, got a nigga neck hurtin'
 If a nigga get to reachin', put his ass on a gurney
 I'm a shiesty ass nigga, get a bowl for twenty-five
 Turn it right back around and sell that bitch for a thirty
 I ain't foldin'
 Like the Benz blew out her back, she been nowhere
 Told the bitch, "Beat daddy back," and she know it
 Hope a nigga pull out them racks and just show it
 Send a nigga up like a kite, let him blow it
 I'm the one that was steppin' in this bitch makin' noise
 I'm the young nigga hot, make a motherfuckin' board
 You can fold in the road, nigga stay up on the porch
 He can do what he want, but this shit don't work
 Big booty bitch, told the bitch, "Make it twerk"
 Stand up in the pussy, I'm a vet, make her squirt
 VVS stones in my mouth, all work
 They didn't know I had did it 'til I did it at first
 I ain't never had shit, watch me get it out the dirt
 Ice in the Cuban link, diamond blue like Smurf
 Hit his ass with the fire,gettin' moved by a hearse
 You act a fool for our clout, you get the news in a shirt
 You act a fool for our clout, you get moved by a hearse
 Put your face on a tee, see you soon on a shirt
 I've been rappin' like this, need a room just to work
 I ain't never ran from a nigga walkin' on this Earth
 Went to the same store, nigga tried it at first
 Second time in the A, shot a movie right there
 In with all my ice on, fuck nigga, I don't care
 'Cause this choppa' gon' sing if you dare touch a hair
 Yeah, better off fuckin' with a bear
 All these guns got a drum, bitch sound like a snare
 Out of sight, out of mind, we gon' get you out of there
 Any shootin', car ratchet, let a hundred, all 'em pair
 Nigga, I don't give a fuck, I'ma send you in the air
 Gave you niggas plenty time, I was tryna be fair
 Tryna watch what I do, I'ma make you lose your hair
 I'm the one makin' moves, breakin' rules everywhere
 Uh, plug pick a route up on the mail
 Tell him, "Meet me on feet, bring a heat to the trail"
 When I'm ridin' through the city, keep a heat on my lap
 Never know who hatin', tryna get you out of there
 Got the devil on my back, Palm Angel what I wear
 Every time I say, "Cheese," diamonds bling with a glare
 I ain't tryna be normal, bitch, I'm already rare
 Say I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm already there
 Bubble coat different, 'cause this bitch Moncler
 I'ma eat up at the table, better pull up a chair
 'Til everybody get full, can't none of us share
 You don't fuck with the gang? Don't none of us care
 If you go against the grain, can't none of us spare
 Rob who? Take what? Pussy nigga, I dare you
 A fuck nigga go get his head stomped
 I Thought a pussy ho, broke nigga said somethin', hey
 Ayy (BigWalkDog)
 Hey
 Gang shit, no lame shit
 Watch who you hang with, these niggas dangerous (BigWalkDog)
 Yeah, hey
 Hey, hey
 I ain't foldin'
 

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Duration
04:16
Key
1
Tempo
120 BPM

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