Circle Circle Thot Thot by Nino Bless Lyrics
(Intro)
It's that real shit, we in the streets here all day
We in the trap, all day, 24/8, naw w' I mean?
Tick, we ain't talk to police
We don't talk to the man in the bodega
Nah, it's for the hood
(Verse)
If you a fiend, then you gotta see me
Only in yo dreams you could be me
These chicks wanna touch me up
I hate the cops, I don't cuff these hoes
I been gettin' trap money, homie
So fuck yo rap money, homie
I kill you with my mother's gun
(I pop bazookas, not the bubblegum)
Now you see me in designer clothes
I see yo jewels, but em shinin' mo
I'm a baller, I don't play with balls
I play the game and I neva pause
I be on Worldstar ducking
Knock you out like fuck it, then show it to the public
(You got a lotta cars) Bars, stackin' paper
Foreign cars to talk to her need a translator
Makuna, no one's speakin' German
You know I ride dirty when I'm swervin'
20 shots, if ya own me bruh, I'mma shoot you yo
Then anotha 20 shots at yo funeral
That's 40 shots, that's 40 yo
I sip the 40 instead of pouring it for you, hoe
I cast bars for a movie with my crew and I
(Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot)
(Hook)
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot
(Verse 2)
I'm all about this knowledge, I'm not a touted scholar
I skipped that route to college
I hung out with riders, who was just out for dollas
Dough that help me evolve, I wish I had a prouder father
Momma, my mind is lost, these thoughts are guidin'
My hypothalamus absorbs it all when I shut of my light switch
The sky's the limit, no distant cloud for the pirates
I broaden my horizons right now, Nino's on auto pilot
Silence, God's talkin' to me in private
I let you in this conversation, you were not invited
So gimme undivided attention, goodbye bitch
And how's it my fault you can't find it in me
Or can't fight it, you're sick
You're trying to mess me up
But it sucks when yo main competition's inside you like
Buddy and Professor Klump
It's known you'll hit some bumps, that ain't affect me once
And every theory that question me has been left debunked
Brooklyn, tell E-Bro and Rosenberg the best rapper is Nino
And it's so absurd that no-one's heard the meanest wordsmith
Cuz of this media circus , dick ridin'
And trendin' topics and gossipin' bitches
Killin' bitches is worthless
Tom Peedo don't even think the same way
Who is he? We need to hear his story! Who is he as an emcee
Please bless was seen for bless for pub, you know wassup
It's names ova quality, no co-signers, fuck the love
I ain't complainin' or blamin', sometimes truth is needed
Shout out to struggle rappers, fuck how these fools perceive us
If you this nice they say you playn it wrong
He's too lyrical, of course that means he can't make a song
Movin' on, I see no comp, I am Durant mixed with Lebron
Tebow with Marino's arm, Nino
Defy your judgement but get the eye of the storm
And I thought you pawns will see the signs of the comin'
I gotcha mind buggin', is that related to these lines, cousin?
Quit tryna critique it and find somethin'
Now that I'm buzzin', the game needs my rhyme substance
More than insecure bitches need the like button
I be mind fuckin' hoes with stuff I know
Have them suck it down till they cough and have a stuffy nose
Tissue official flow I'm a missile
Drone, give you jewels to fight fiscal bitch moves go against you
Mental range of Nietche, carve my niche, it's hard to reach the markets
A target that karma seeks It's dark in these streets
I try to peep foes, creep, and you know how close ya gotta keep those
I see wolves movin' in sheep clothes
Angels with wings broken
Weak leaders pullin' strings like the king's chosen
Those that's quotin' me be like what's this kid smokin'?
Fuck a god emcee I am the Higgs boson
(Outro)
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It's that real shit, we in the streets here all day
We in the trap, all day, 24/8, naw w' I mean?
Tick, we ain't talk to police
We don't talk to the man in the bodega
Nah, it's for the hood
(Verse)
If you a fiend, then you gotta see me
Only in yo dreams you could be me
These chicks wanna touch me up
I hate the cops, I don't cuff these hoes
I been gettin' trap money, homie
So fuck yo rap money, homie
I kill you with my mother's gun
(I pop bazookas, not the bubblegum)
Now you see me in designer clothes
I see yo jewels, but em shinin' mo
I'm a baller, I don't play with balls
I play the game and I neva pause
I be on Worldstar ducking
Knock you out like fuck it, then show it to the public
(You got a lotta cars) Bars, stackin' paper
Foreign cars to talk to her need a translator
Makuna, no one's speakin' German
You know I ride dirty when I'm swervin'
20 shots, if ya own me bruh, I'mma shoot you yo
Then anotha 20 shots at yo funeral
That's 40 shots, that's 40 yo
I sip the 40 instead of pouring it for you, hoe
I cast bars for a movie with my crew and I
(Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot)
(Hook)
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot
Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot
(Verse 2)
I'm all about this knowledge, I'm not a touted scholar
I skipped that route to college
I hung out with riders, who was just out for dollas
Dough that help me evolve, I wish I had a prouder father
Momma, my mind is lost, these thoughts are guidin'
My hypothalamus absorbs it all when I shut of my light switch
The sky's the limit, no distant cloud for the pirates
I broaden my horizons right now, Nino's on auto pilot
Silence, God's talkin' to me in private
I let you in this conversation, you were not invited
So gimme undivided attention, goodbye bitch
And how's it my fault you can't find it in me
Or can't fight it, you're sick
You're trying to mess me up
But it sucks when yo main competition's inside you like
Buddy and Professor Klump
It's known you'll hit some bumps, that ain't affect me once
And every theory that question me has been left debunked
Brooklyn, tell E-Bro and Rosenberg the best rapper is Nino
And it's so absurd that no-one's heard the meanest wordsmith
Cuz of this media circus , dick ridin'
And trendin' topics and gossipin' bitches
Killin' bitches is worthless
Tom Peedo don't even think the same way
Who is he? We need to hear his story! Who is he as an emcee
Please bless was seen for bless for pub, you know wassup
It's names ova quality, no co-signers, fuck the love
I ain't complainin' or blamin', sometimes truth is needed
Shout out to struggle rappers, fuck how these fools perceive us
If you this nice they say you playn it wrong
He's too lyrical, of course that means he can't make a song
Movin' on, I see no comp, I am Durant mixed with Lebron
Tebow with Marino's arm, Nino
Defy your judgement but get the eye of the storm
And I thought you pawns will see the signs of the comin'
I gotcha mind buggin', is that related to these lines, cousin?
Quit tryna critique it and find somethin'
Now that I'm buzzin', the game needs my rhyme substance
More than insecure bitches need the like button
I be mind fuckin' hoes with stuff I know
Have them suck it down till they cough and have a stuffy nose
Tissue official flow I'm a missile
Drone, give you jewels to fight fiscal bitch moves go against you
Mental range of Nietche, carve my niche, it's hard to reach the markets
A target that karma seeks It's dark in these streets
I try to peep foes, creep, and you know how close ya gotta keep those
I see wolves movin' in sheep clothes
Angels with wings broken
Weak leaders pullin' strings like the king's chosen
Those that's quotin' me be like what's this kid smokin'?
Fuck a god emcee I am the Higgs boson
(Outro)
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