lunes, 8 de abril de 2013

Circles

Circles

Chorus:
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Won't yousping around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Won't you, round and round, sin on my middle finger
Motherfucker, round and round, sit on my middle finger

So you run around, run around talkin' shit-a, shit-a
Keep my name up out your mouth, spit i tout you bitch-a, bitch-a
Wish that you could hang around me and clique-a, clique-a
Lime light, prime life, hope you get the picture, picture

Prechorus:
Hold up, I got mo', mo' money than I can fold up
Hey, I see your hatin' when I roll up
And I suggest you go and grow the fuck up
Or you can spin around in circles

Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger
Spin around in circles on my middle, middle finger

I see you run around, run around like you it-a, it-a
Why you always tryin' to be up in my mixture, mixture
'Cause I'm freaky, fly, flesh and you just bitter, bitter
Shine bright, day and night, look at how I glitter, glitter

Prechorus
Chorus

You use my name as you claim fame
Got my smell of success on your heart, desperate, you're a mess
Go ahead get your press
You, no name, you're shameless
Figure-eight on my middle, try to break me but you can just

Chorus

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