kxgn - CIRQUE DU SOLEIL Lyrics

(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 f*cking 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 f*cking jet
High, yah, yah
Ay, yah, yah
I'm a motherf*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking jet
High, yah, yah