Lyrics:
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
I went from turtle to turbo
Cool as a bitch, I'm a Virgo
Fool with a chick look like Burgos
Sip on that pussy like Merlot
Only winners in my circle
I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo' bed she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car
2M 2M 2M 2M
Back to back with foreign cars
They look like who is that
Thought a nigga movin' shiesty cuz I ain't wan take off my mask
My business
pockets got confetti tho!
leave the club with your bitch like get in the car your ready hoe?
cuz every where I go they looking at that boy like there he go!
Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up
Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up
If you don't know my name
Yea yea yea
It's Lisa Lopane
Oh my gosh
Throw dat ass in a circle
Throw dat ass in a circle
Smack it till it gets
niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride
(lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money at the ceilin' (throw it at the ceilin')
Got the whole gang goin' up like
Now, watch what
everything is great
We love our little circle
The party is here, good music is flowing all around us,
With this bit everything is cool
Parties, drinks, clubs
section
It's a blessing, no questions
Got paid, fucked it up, in the same day
Pool party in the club, in the same day
Just met and I could hit it, in
here in a see through just so I can peep you
Circle around the club all night 'till I beeped you
And like a trick I'm a treat you
Take a cheese bitch
right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out
I miss the hood when I'm travelin' (uh)
Get neck when I'm
a stranger
Step inside the club and I smell like Power Ranger
Oriental wrists, with the rocks on my finger
Ice in my ear, looks like a baby penguin
Circle make
be (club) gotta be (shy) gotta be (long) gotta be (dance)
I was out West at the circle when I met this woman
She was dark-skinned had a shape like
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
outside the club, and your joint see'mon
You just pop the truck
Pull the car up and the line is packed, and you far
You tired a' waiting, you better be
Old grain blown thangs on my hip but that's the clips
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Playaz Circle 1]
I'm married to the streets and this beef shit's apart of it
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
Play me some pimpin', man
Uh, hundred thousand for the car, uh
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars, uh
Just bought it, now I need a Porsche, uh
Juicy
Got a choppa, it go ratatat (Brrr) (Yeah)
You know me, I count up all the racks (All the racks) (Ayy)
Keep my circle small, don't fuck with rats
I’ve been running fast
Roll in circles
Got no money
Maybe shake that ass
Pop a bottle
Drop some acid
Get me faded fast
Owee
Owee
In the club
In
presence is big, but I gotta keep the circle tight, yeah yeah
Work on my mind, I stay on the grind even in the flight
Will I see you at the club tonight?
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