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Circles (feat. Q-Tip, Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha)
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I just want you to come home No matter if it's late at night I hear you talking I know you saying you working But baby boy this feeling ain't right I'm out tryna get my money you know that **** that we got enough houses enough car You done bought me enough jewelry Tired of your shit my dude you hitting You know I be at the studio and shit **** you lying who you trying to game o Who you think I am I'm not one of these thots you met at playhouse I just rode by b***h you wasn't at Dre hous Parked my shit at ye house and hopped in the uber Jayceon stop lying you ****ing think I'm stupid Nah look ain't nobody say that You ain't complain when I bought that maybach Put you in chanel your friend chanelle can't even say that You wanted to see rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert Closet full of giuseppes you came a long way from converse Took you out that hon- cord put you in that tom ford All this arguing I ain't got no time for it You call my phone like fifty times Don't do no shit like that I was just ****ing them girls I was gon' get right back Spinning around spinning around Spinning around spinning around It's the same old we be going through the same old Spinning around spinning around Pulling them down taking them down It's the same old niggas get tired of the same ol Yeah I'm strapping up shit you acting up Yeah I'm acting up nigga You not gon' keep on playing me You not gon' keep on playing me Is it gon' be this b***h or your family I'll kill that b***h whole family I ****ing hate you What your crazy ass shooting in the house for What yo dumbass screwing the house for And what time you get home anyway shit about four And that's what the **** you sleeping on the couch for I don't give a **** thug life I'm an outlaw And the next b***h ain't nothing but a house call Scrolling through my iphone looking for my sidechick This b***h always flipping ****ing buttons like a sidekick That's when I hop in my jeep and pull it out the toxic And while you gone guess what I'll be bouncing on that b***h ass I guess you thought they stopped making real ****as when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real ****as when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real ****as when they made you shit they stop making them they stop making them Guess she thought they stopped making real b*****s when they made you shit there's a few in the room and a couple in the wraith too Now she's explaining to you That she's the baddest b***h to ever grace to pair of shoes And if you are unable to find better you lose And all this loud chirping that you consider rude But when food is on the table We may be arguing like the cain and we abel Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable Have a little girl I cut the cord from her navel I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round And on goes the game
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