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Young Thug – Circle Of Bosses Lyrics

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Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh

Divide the shooters Divide
Then split up the house Split it up
Intruder, the West Wing Intruder
They knockin you off Blaow
The AP a mil, the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost Look at the guetty

Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome Skrrt, skrrt
The circle of bosses Go
Pussy, you better not cross us Circle of bosses
We asked your bitch Yeah
Her pussy be wetter than faucets Ask, ask

I close my fist Close
My ice, it make an announcement Ice, ice
I raise a brick Brick
Make her go hike on a mountain Uh

She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her its nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said

Sippin lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw eleven like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tied in
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
Ima watch it like WiFi

Clear water on her neck, nigga, dont see a shark Ice, splash
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it Double R
Name the location, we mark it Hey
We gotta move the smartest Move
I got a K in my office Brra
You ever seen a carcass? Body

Growed up to be an arsoner Fire
Breathin out fire, like oxygen
Mclaren, it came equipped Skrrt
Pressin the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip Strain
Cant pull up on me, come get your chips Cash
Heard the car got flipped Flipped
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

Hey, Im countin these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didnt know what it said
They caterin Activis at the weddin
I travel with the Draco or the chete

You think that she straight
Im turnin her gay, got her kissin a lady
She quiet as kept
I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk
The Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I dont recept
No receptionists, I dont accept

Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we dont want peace, yeah, were clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini Woah

Woo, I dont need a seat, Id rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Woo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

Divide the shooters Divide
Then split up the house Split it up
Intruder, the West Wing Intruder
They knockin you off Blaow
The AP a mil, the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost Look at the guetty

Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome Skrrt, skrrt
The circle of bosses Go
Pussy, you better not cross us Circle of bosses
We asked your bitch Yeah
Her pussy be wetter than faucets Ask, ask

I close my fist Close
My ice, it make an announcement Ice, ice
I raise a brick Brick
Make her go hike on a mountain Uh