Crop Circles

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Crop Circles

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[Intro] Hangin' out the window holdin' tight to my murder Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Ooh, Cartier) Hangin' out the window holdin' tight to my murder Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow (Yeah), bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Uh) Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow (Yeah), bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Uh) Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass [Verse 1] Waking up (Yeah), hit the blunt before I start up my day (Uh) Friday, Memphis, have a hell of a night just yesterday Hit the scene, I might pull up in a Chevy thing Pull up in a Donk so you know that it's on me babe (Like that) She wants the booze for the squad, hit the liquor store For hitting the party later on, from the street, lil ho What you say? Want some bud? Then I'm on the way We hitting the mall, get some clothes, put some on the babe I got all these hoes on my thing [Chorus] Hangin' out the window (Uh), holdin' tight to my murder (Yeah) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) (Ooh, Cartier) Hangin' out the window (Uh), holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hangin' out the window (Smoke somethin' big), holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Uh) [Verse 2] You dirty lil' freak, she keep callin' me and freakin' me (Uh) She talkin' 'bout smokin' the weed, she better be sucking and fucking me (Uh-uh) I run around, lookin' for niggas, crooks, and daisy dukes I'm fuckin' these bitches, they so ugly, their mothers, they be on the video shoot (Uh) I pull up at Prada, then shopping at [?], [?], ride it like it's brand new I'm droppin' that top on the coupe, I stop at the lot, they gon' choose I keep a lil TEC-9 right below my Yeezy boot (Uh) 'Cause I came out the trap, I'm out of trappin', I'm an atlas [Chorus] Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow (Yeah), bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Uh) Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hangin' out the window (Uh), holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah) Hangin' out the window (Smoke somethin' big), holdin' tight to my murder (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Yeah, Uh) Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead (Ooh, Cartier, yeah), catchin' yo ass (Uh, Bitch) Hangin' out the window (Yeah), holdin' tight to my murder (Yeah) (You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my-) Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead (Yeah), catchin' yo ass (Uh) [Outro] Uh (Yeah) You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my- (Uh, yeah) Yeah You know I'm clean 'cause I got all of these hoes on my thang (Uh, uh-uh, yeah) Uh, bitch Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder (You dirty lil' freak, she keep callin' me and freakin' me) Hit the lights, creep up slow (Yeah), bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Drown) Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder (I run around, lookin' for niggas, crooks, and daisy dukes, Uh) Hit the lights, creep up slow (Yeah), bullet lead catchin' yo ass (Smoke somethin' big) Uh, yeah, yeah (Bitch) Uh (Uh-uh), flashin' Uh-uh (Ooh, Cartier), uh Flashin' (Uh)

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  • Cartier God