Circo Loco Song Lyrics – Drake Album Songs

Album: Her Loss
Album Name: Circo Loco
Artists: 21 Savage, Drake
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Released: 2022

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One more time

I’ve been blowin’ through the money like it grow on trees
I’ve been f- on a French b-, 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 b- 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

Crodiee, turn me up ! Crodiie, turn me up ! Crodie, turn me up
Got a fur on a temp but got me burnin’ up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain’t learn enough
Play the album track one, ‘kay I heard enough
Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up
Savage got a new s-, he wanna dirt it up
Touchdown in N.Y., turn the Mercer up (one more)

Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to her n-, yeah, it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a grey bench
Linking with the opps, b-, I did that shit for J Prince
B-, 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 a 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 n- 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

Turn me up
Crodiee, turn me up ! Crodiie, turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie turn me, what?

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)
B- 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 Strocker’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 sh- (on God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah sh- (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
I been thuggin’ all my life, that’s just how I play it (21)
Still posted in the A where n- fear me (facts)
Sti𝗅𝗅 gotta see the Gunners win the Premier League (facts)
Still gotta keep a g- that’s always near me
And I’m down to hit ’em up

One more time (21)
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
1 One more time !!! One more!!! One more!!!

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