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barkin'
They damn sho ain't put shit in coffins
The niggas I fuck wit, don't fuck wit the niggas I don't
We the same, bitch we live by that oath
Told that

They tryin’ to take our style again
Rap circles ‘round you niggas
Like venn diagrams
Ya paper’s out of order hater
Dial Again
Kwency Jones is dialed in

P.O.P.

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circle around squares you know
I stretch the pussy out like a lounge chair ya hoe
Little brown hairs that go downstairs below
No job, she hit a lick

yugioh
Word up to my Asian girls, lovin on your sushi roll
The way that body’s lookin, girl I gotta see you dance
Your hips movin in circles got me in some

on the prowl

Looking for a sound while keeping
Head up high but my eyes on the ground
Noticing who ever is around
Making sure to not move in circles round

kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I

an imbecile
Point blank, period, just like a menstrual 
All my n****s in the back, like a limo
Lil baby by my side, like a hip bone
Turn my L's into M's, yeah i

the grass cause it’s snakes in the game
Keep my circle small and we all tight
If I ever make it we gon be alright
It’s just sad cause these niggas kill

baby I'm next
I get no sleep
And I get no rest
I had a  dream
And I walk mlk
Baby so white
So I dipped in the mix
Spin in a circle
It look like a race

you probably hear rapping
It's really no difference, it can't be contrasted
Got in tune with my spirit, and my circle contracted 
Right...
Now it's time

where the neighborhood dealers work
To walkin' by the corner where my childhood friend was merked
Shit aint what it seems, read between the seams
Yo ideas

know it's lit 'til we approach you (what's poppin', uh?)
Circle 'round your block to do a hit (do a hit)
Four hammers deep, ridin' in the old school

with being in the streets selling dope, you know what I'm saying
Especially if you got kids
You know, you get locked up, shit, how you gonna support them

brown like James I hit then quit, load up and I roll out 
Pull up without a gun, I got them all to duck coz I got more than 40 rounds 
Break in, I’m

up like what the fuck
I would fly by the rock like Jigga and aerodactyls
This concrete jungle can be hassle
Put me in better schools to keep me out

brown
Doing the dash with my hounds
Biggest in the litter, got me lookin like Bosco
Yellow Crocs and Nike socks, I be stunting in my photos
Solid gold

finale for banality
I'm pushing limits

Physically strained, mentally drained, lyrically strange
Going in circles,
Tryna draw my lyrical phrase, stuck in

been writin in my feelings
I've been walkin on the ceiling, body crossed but not from healing
Poppin tylenol and whiskey just for buzz but not for

bitch I am D'Lo Brown
We go long, we go long, wide receiver a diva like Tinashe or Nia Long
Prolly get my ass beat by her security but at least she would

always to like women lil more than men
Maybe it's phase, playin the spades, dialed me in to pass time in shades 
Entertained by enterin her taint
Too long,

this ain't no Bumblebee
Stand up in the gas and spin that
Bitch in circles on your street
She gon' find a babysitter and miss
Work to come with me
Gotta

I had a taste of Henny and I fell in love with that
Hourglass bottle and that back of hers
But as much as I love it
I'd hate to see you walk away
So

with the heat track
We seem stacked, the fact that we slap is not wrong

In my sack it's a capital P
But I'm not traffickin' weed
So smart that I could

Sit down roll up count a mill
By my house up in the hills
Check the time they hear you steal
What you want?
Shea butter brown skin
Got to win