​ciroc lyrics

by

Izaya Tiji


[Intro]
f*ck with the gang, a n*gga gon' set 'em up
I—
Mm, mm, mm, mm, set 'em up
Mm, mm, mm-mm-mm, mhm
(Phew, phew)
Yeah, oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
If you ain't paranoid you ain't movin' right, yeah
I'm kickin' back, getting stupid high
Think 'bout your people, can't lose your life (No, no)
In that party keep that tool-y tight
Might bring my choppa to movie night (Movie night)
He pullin' a rug and I'm thinking it's light
These n*ggas ain't eating that's why they all bite
I'm so aquafin', might drip on your wife
I feel like a fein' this perc in my body
Love when she suckin' my di*k so damn sloppy
I need my diamonds so white just like Mitt Romney

[Refrain]
White, white just like Mitt Romney (Mitt Romney)
White, white just like Mitt Romney
These diamonds white, white just like Mitt Romney
(These diamonds)
White, white just like Mitt Romney
[Verse 1]
Just like Mitt Romney, my diamonds all white just like Mitt Romney, yuh
She can't stop the lickin' on my body, yeah
I'm rollin' some gas put it back in my sock
Yeah, this ain't Instagram but a n*gga got blocked, yeah-yeah
Choppa bullets stronger than a rock
My n*ggas sip lean but we don't sip ciroc
Your b*tch seen me and got wetter than a mop (b*tch seen me)
She ain't get the script so I like the b*tch a lot
Smoke a whole zip so I'm speakin' like a bot (Zip)
1:19 but now that's on your clock
I made honeybun fifty for a pot
I'm a lil' high, xanny pills in my [?]
I am the topic, she said that I'm hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Interlude]
Gotta lot of bands, n*gga we gon' set him up
If it's a game then n*gga I'ma bun-bun
Go 'head n*gga 'cause I don't even talk down
Sell that boy lean, sell that boy Tylenol
Ion even care, Ion give a f*ck at all
She suckin' my di*k, tell her to suck it up, yuh

[Refrain]
Proud of him, of my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
I—I'm with him, I'm with my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
Proud of him, of my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
I—I'm with him, I'm with my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
Proud of him, of my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
I—I'm with him, I'm with my slime, ready to kill, ready to die
[Verse 2]
n*gga get spilled, we pop him like fries (Yuh, yuh)
He was too chill, we froze 'em in time (Flrrr)
I popped a pill 'cause I'm tryna fly (Yuh, yuh)
Lets go celebrate when them n*ggas die
Gotta lot of bands, n*gga we gon' set him up
If it's a game then n*gga I'ma bun-bun
Go 'head n*gga 'cause I don't even talk down
Sell that boy lean, sell that boy Fentanyl
Ion even care, Ion give a f*ck at all
She suckin' my di*k, tell her to suck it up, yeah

[Outro]
I feel like Bane, a n*gga gon' set 'em up
If it's a game then n*gga I'ma bun-bun
Go 'head n*gga 'cause I don't even talk down
Sell that boy lean, sell that boy Fentanyl
Ion even care, Ion give a f*ck at all
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