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king cordy - in my circle lyrics

[hook]
do not ask me who i’m with (b-tch!)
you know i be with the gang
no new n-ggas in my clique so whenever you ask me, it’s gon’ be the same
don’t ask if that’s my b-tch
i just wanna f-ck, she just want a pic
f-ck 9-5 late night hittin’ l!cks
circle so small d-mn only i fit

[verse]
okay like
up in my circle got all that i need, some pills, some weed and me
these b-tches go around like disease, i smoke hercules, we f-cked now she wanna repeat
i do it with ease
all these n-ggas try hards, i don’t talk much bite better than my bark
probably won’t remember you shawty i’m barred
mostly dirty money i don’t really swipe card
split up your circle like a f-ckin’ pie chart
she can get d-ck can’t get my heart
i swear king cordy be the best by far, pulled out my d-ck she said that’s quite large
woah, i’m getting out of control
need a white b-tch like monroe, hit up juugmann for some o’s
only go out for some dough or she trying to take off her clothes
tools on a n-gga like lowe’s, for those who oppose, i could turn you into a ghost
i’m getting the cheese like pose
pull up with my woes, don’t ask who the same as before
now i ain’t really worried bout a b-tch lil’ n-gga
but i’ll still take off with your chick lil’ n-gga
you can turn into a quick l!ck lil’ n-gga
no chex, don’t get caught up in the mix lil’ n-gga
now i ain’t really worried bout a n-gga lil’ b-tch
in the p-ssy know that i’m a k!ller lil’ b-tch
but i just want the brain like thriller lil’ b-tch
she told me you was talking on the pillow you a b-tch
squares in your circle like an eggo, i’m a thief like the geckos
no vans b-tch i’m still rocking retros
i could make a racist b-tch go negro, ball i don’t break a sweat though
i don’t wanna talk please get in bed hoe
d-mn, she think i’m rude, well i just wanna f-ck i’m just tryna tell the truth
seven different swags n-gga i am a group
with the same n-ggas when you see me on the move
like, ooh ooh ooh
tryin’ not to leave a trace but i’m always dripping juice
40 make him duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose
told her imma bring friends stupid b-tch said “who?” i said

[outro]
okay like
up in my circle, just me (the king!)
everybody know i be geeked
up in my circle, just me (bow down!)
so high i might invite e.t
e.t. found home
e.t. found home
e.t. found home
e.t. found home
e.t. found home

- king cordy lyrics

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