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Circle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Circle was released on April 13, 2018 by RBC Records as a part of the album 1st Baptist
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Release DateApril 13, 2018
LabelRBC Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pac Div
Pac Div
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pac Div
Pac Div
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No idea's original
There's nothin' new under the sun
Who's still alive and who's the number one?
To all my **** still down
Roll another one
To all my ladies on the town
You pull up and cum
**** stress, been tired of the bubble gum
Waitin' on the pack
Dead **** drop another one
Now before the summer's done
**** gon' do this here
Still crazy with the two
I'ma glue this here
We ain't spend on you hoes
I'ma nuke this year
Brand new bop gun
I'ma shoot this clear
'Cause your frost turn broad
You dispute my peers
That ran off what I steez knew
Super ears
Y'all still dyin' over bitches
Cryin' for attention
Slum dog **** still vibe in the trenches
Strike your empire, Lucious lying in your picnic
Now we never stop grindin'
**** time and it's stupendous
You're connivin' and suspicious
[Verse 2]
Gotta joint in my hand
'Bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We 'bout our business, we don't play, man
We really do this everyday, man
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
[Verse 3]
What y'all promotin'?
Got your pussy all out
Just for tourin' it light
You're real thought provokin'
Inspiration proposed
We doin' yoga splits
Met a celibate lesbian, she was on the dick
Call this shit, my ****, you ain't even wanna hit
I'm on my shit, legit
I'm really on my shit
Show respect to when we knew self respect
And not just poppin' up at the moment you smell a check, but
These days the guys is more hoes
Painted nails
Our line is called rose
Gossip in all lyin' about Kim K
Oh, boy, you been a ho since the tenth grade
Hey, but shout out to my real ones
Ladies, where you at though?
Let a **** feel somethin'
Homies, where you at though?
Let a **** smoke somethin'
Got a extra bag on you?
Let a **** hold somethin'
[Verse 4]
Gotta joint in my hand
'Bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We 'bout our business, we don't play, man
We really do this everyday, man
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
[Verse 5]
Ooh, I
It ain't never been this risk since TuPac
Three grams in the joint while I ooh, ah
On the corner with my **** like do wop
Sayin' oh, yeah
Tell a friend
Tell a bitch
Tell that ****, be a man
You don't stay twelve, dog
You ain't fuckin' Peter Pan
I knew less TMZ
I want more CNN
Tell the cops, guns down
Keep us all seein' here
Tell my dogs, play it safe
They don't wanna see you win
Mama's was cryin' everyday
Never see a kid again
Oh, man
Keep hustlin'
Pimpin' and pushin' it
Thuggin' it, whippin' it
Cookin' it, all that
[Verse 6]
Gotta joint in my hand
'Bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We 'bout our business, we don't play, man
We really do this everyday, man
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
I keep my circle the real ones
Ones I depend on, my real ones
Written by: Pac Div
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