Circle K by Sensei Boolin Lyrics
[Intro: Sensei Boolin & Finski]
Aye whatsup cracka
I'm with yo bitch at the corner store
Ya heard me now
Aye mane, can I get a pack of backwoods
And some watermelon Arizona bitch?
AYE
[Verse: Finski]
Kids smokin' on crack at the corner store
Yo bitch gave me her @, damn she a hoe
Begging for some change at the corner store
Like [?] getting bands at the corner store
Pop some xannys, make some cash
Fuck that hoe until she crash
Eat that ass until it pop
Makin' all them bitches drop
Suck they hoes, make a dollar
Fuck you bitch, don't you holla
Smoke all day on the couch
Play some Forza, make a vouch
Her voucher, American Airlines gave me a voucher
They cancelled my flight
Dumbass plane broke up in mid-air
On that flight, Delta, fuck off over to Atlanta
On a 757 business class over to Miami
From Miami then to Texas
Damn that bitch she so damn restless
Fuck the cops I'm on the pavement
And on top of some gay shit
Fuck your bitch, fuck your braces
"You're racist" I ain't even say shit
Wii-U gamepad down in my basement
There's also children in my basement, she a whore
[Verse: Sensei Boolin]
Bitch it's STG, yeah we still makin' them bands
Fuck you bitch, you boutta catch these hands
Yo grandpa out here, yeah we takin' dabs
Aye yo Becky come get yo mans
Homie so high he fell back in his wheelchair
Lucky for him, yeah he had Medicare
Whippin' the Pontiac, we zoomin' down the street smokin' crack
Fuck a shack, we can wack, kickin' back
Sippin' yak outback, still got them pocket rockets in my lap
Turnin' up to the max
Don't think you can get away, bitch I'll put one in your knee
I'm not Ratatouille but I know how to get cheese
You don't deserve to be a roach, you just a bitch ass flea
I'll still make your bitch ass sing like Glee
[Outro: Sensei Boolin & Finski]
Aye cracka mane fuckboy
This is ya boy Finski mane (aye whats good jit)
Aye yo its your boy Sensei Boolin
We smokin' that reggie, we soarin' right now
I got that PS5, preordered the PS5
Yuh, that PS5, ya know what I'm sayin'?
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Aye whatsup cracka
I'm with yo bitch at the corner store
Ya heard me now
Aye mane, can I get a pack of backwoods
And some watermelon Arizona bitch?
AYE
[Verse: Finski]
Kids smokin' on crack at the corner store
Yo bitch gave me her @, damn she a hoe
Begging for some change at the corner store
Like [?] getting bands at the corner store
Pop some xannys, make some cash
Fuck that hoe until she crash
Eat that ass until it pop
Makin' all them bitches drop
Suck they hoes, make a dollar
Fuck you bitch, don't you holla
Smoke all day on the couch
Play some Forza, make a vouch
Her voucher, American Airlines gave me a voucher
They cancelled my flight
Dumbass plane broke up in mid-air
On that flight, Delta, fuck off over to Atlanta
On a 757 business class over to Miami
From Miami then to Texas
Damn that bitch she so damn restless
Fuck the cops I'm on the pavement
And on top of some gay shit
Fuck your bitch, fuck your braces
"You're racist" I ain't even say shit
Wii-U gamepad down in my basement
There's also children in my basement, she a whore
[Verse: Sensei Boolin]
Bitch it's STG, yeah we still makin' them bands
Fuck you bitch, you boutta catch these hands
Yo grandpa out here, yeah we takin' dabs
Aye yo Becky come get yo mans
Homie so high he fell back in his wheelchair
Lucky for him, yeah he had Medicare
Whippin' the Pontiac, we zoomin' down the street smokin' crack
Fuck a shack, we can wack, kickin' back
Sippin' yak outback, still got them pocket rockets in my lap
Turnin' up to the max
Don't think you can get away, bitch I'll put one in your knee
I'm not Ratatouille but I know how to get cheese
You don't deserve to be a roach, you just a bitch ass flea
I'll still make your bitch ass sing like Glee
[Outro: Sensei Boolin & Finski]
Aye cracka mane fuckboy
This is ya boy Finski mane (aye whats good jit)
Aye yo its your boy Sensei Boolin
We smokin' that reggie, we soarin' right now
I got that PS5, preordered the PS5
Yuh, that PS5, ya know what I'm sayin'?
PS-Triple-Chad-Warden