Circo Loco song by Drake & 21 Savage from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Trap, Diss music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Circo Loco Meaning
| [[Intro] One more— [Verse 1: Drake] I been blowin’ through the money like it grow on trees I 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 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 Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin’ up Shorty say she graduated, she ain’t learn еnough Play your album, track one, ‘kay, I heard enough Girl, thе driver downstairs, better hurry up Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up (One more—) Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints Introduce me to her nigga, yeah, it make sense Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench 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 the 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, it’s 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 (One more—) Turn me up Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Ayy, Crodie, turn me Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me, what? , [Verse 2: 21 Savage] (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 (One more—) Bitch tried to burn me up Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah) I’ll never slip (Never) SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy) Rich as hell, still hood, in the Stroker’s VIP (Pussy) Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21) Limpin’ 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 (One more—) Went from Angell Town Estate to a big estate Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21) Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts) I been thuggin’ all my life, that’s just how I play it (Facts) Still posted in the A where niggas fear me Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21) Still gotta keep a gun that’s always near me And I’m down to hit ’em up [Chorus: Drake] One more time Hit my line, you know that head was great Oh, yeah, alright, don’t do romancin’ One more time, you gotta run the fades Oh, yeah, alright One more time , [Outro] One more— One more— One more time] |
