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sikknez da hood honky - small circle lyrics

[intro]
man who this brand new dude cuz?
day ones, small circle

[verse 1: sikknez da hood honky]
thinkin’ to myself, who the h-ll is cuz?
i ain’t never met him, he don’t dwell with us
eating good over here but we ain’t feedin’ rats
great danes in my lane and we ain’t chasin’ cats
in a race for them chips like a greayhound
playa hatin’ on my partnas catch a k round
day ones, 100 since the playground
know they feel it in they stomach when i lay it down
f-ck the game, i came to win
feet up, with no ottoman
no dumb luck, i’m a problem man
i’m goin in on collagen, blow you up
she nervous but she know what’s up, so what’s up?
my whole squad gon’ bust a nut
we all mobbin’ throw it up like

[hook: sikknez da hood honky]
small circle we all fed, small circle got tall bread
breaded up, our teams eatin’, roaches we retreatin’
small circle we all kin, small circle no freshman
draped up we royalty, with day ones all loyalty
small circle, we don’t move with squares
heard they gettin’ to the money we gon’ meet em’ there
og’s like they somethin’, bummin’ like they fed
you better rob, cheat and steal, you tryna make it there, small circle

[verse 2: jellyroll]
pac-man jones, but they all look at me tho
they only square i f-ck with done came from mi amigo
we came from the bottom and you know them boys gon copy us
make more moves then a u-haul, lambo stops then i bust
hit it up, lock me up, yes, because i’m rockin’ up
fat dude from the southside, f-ckin’ c-cky f-ck
people talkin’ bout me really like i care
they’re greener then a pool table and they’re twice as square
but me while i’m gettin’ to this check like nike air
why these broke b-tches can’t afford to buy a pair
still in the old school, everytime i’m rollin’ thru
put them thangs on it, paint it kansas city royal blue, talk b-tch

[verse 3: cremro]
small circles, i don’t f-ck with squares
just lions, tigers and bears
kc i just landed there, finna french inhale it, blow it in the air
pourin’ drink right down the sink for my fam in federal walls
middle finger to the people who never took the time to write em’ a letter at all
writing rhymes just to p-ss the time, started out with dimes, till’ i had an onion
trap bouncin’ like basketball, had to stash it all in my bag of funyuns
workin’ hard in my 20’s, lookin’ forward to seein’ 30
cuz where i’m from they play ball or push 8 b-lls of that perty
some say the south dirty, some say the midwest a trip
either way them crips, got alot of clips, got them hollow clips
that’ill rip, rip, rip, rip (bllllllll)

- sikknez da hood honky lyrics

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