Circus lyrics

[Intro]
(Mmm)
Years in the making (Mmm)
(Mmm)
(Hoes creep through the backside, Ooh)
(Nahh)
(Yah, f*ck ya heard) (Nahh)
(Circus, circus, Nahh)
(Circus, circus)
(f*ck is you tellin' me, Uh)
They say (Nah)
(f*ck is you tellin' me, Uh)
Aha, They say (f*ck is you tellin' me)
(f*ck is you tellin' me, Uh)
Ya

[Verse 1]
This sh*t sound like the circus came in town (Hey)
Hunnid rounds to the jury gun 'em down (Hey, Hey)
Who stole that style
You a phony, you a clown (Uh)
b*tches smile, b*tches frown, b*tches faint
Bite the style but they cain't (Huh)

[Chorus]
f*ck is you tellin' me, nah
I don't give into that negative sh*t (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
This sh*t ain't hittin' me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respectin' my ma'
She told me live and let live
[Verse 2]
Where is he goin' (Where)
Where is he runnin' to (Uh)
What we do wrong
The sh*t that I'm on (Hey)
It come from the gods (Hey, Hey)
Parked in the sauce
b*tch I'm the monsta
Back in that Tonka
Six in the mornin'
Back to LaGuardia
Rollin' up fronto
Pushin' the culture
Bad b*tches sweatin', spillin' paint with their eye liner
Ho rappers jealous 'cause they can't take the style from 'em
Ooh I can feel it come and pray, she'll have a child on me
Ooh I've been waitin' on this day for a while homie

[Chorus]
f*ck is you tellin' me, nah
I don't give into that negative sh*t (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique (Smoke)
This sh*t ain't hittin' me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respectin' my ma'
She told me live and let live
[Verse 3]
Like boom boom ayy (Uh)
Hoes creep through the backside
I told that b*tch I don't get any down time
If you feel this sh*t better get outside
Like goddamn (Uh)
Strugglin' through the south so dusty
Five-O threw me down got so ugly
Can't stay, blow loud, King Tubby
Let's get the skrilla, God love me (Ay)
And 'lil Italy and 'lil b*tch
Baby, i'll need a 'lil bit
Im flyin' overseas and think I'm rich (Yee)
All we ever need is peace
They killin' for the Jesus piece (Ay, ay)
See the drama on the BBC (Huh)
It don't feel like real life what I see (Huh)
No turnin' back once you hit the scene (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Not what I see

[Chorus]
f*ck is you tellin' me, nah
I don't give into that negative sh*t (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
This sh*t ain't hittin' me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respectin' my ma'
She told me live and let live