Drake feat. 21 Savage Circo Loco

Drake feat. 21 Savage Circo Loco Lyrics

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I′ve 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′ve 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
Crod’ shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen

Crody turn me up
Crody turn me up
Crody turn me up

Got a fur on a temp but got me burning 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 dirt it up
Touchdown in N.Y., turn the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to a nigga, yeah it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz
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 a 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 niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate
Your name not ringin’ out here, its 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
Crody turn me up
Crody turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie turn me

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’a never slip (never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (pussy)
Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker’s ville (pussy)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limping 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 Angel Town estates to a bigger state
Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)
Still′a caught a case if I woulda stayed (facts)
I been thugging all my life, that′s just how I play it (facts)
Still posted in the A’ where niggas feel me
Still gotta see the Gunners win the 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 romancing
One more time, you gotta run the face
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time

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