Circo Loco Lyrics – Drake & 21 Savage

Circo Loco Lyrics by Drake & 21 Savage

[Intro:]
One more-
[Drake:]
I been blowing through

the money like it grow on trees
I been f#cking on a French b#tch, c’est la vie
I just put ’em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I’m dressing, till I been to a thousand islands

This b#tch lie ’bout getting shot
but she still a stallion
She don’t even get the joke but she still smiling
Every night late night like I’m Jimmy Fallon

Crod’ shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up

Got a fur on a temp but got me burning up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain’t learn enough
Play your album track one, ‘kay, I heard enough
Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up

Savage got a new stick, he wanna dirt it up
Touchdown in NY, turn the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to a n#gg#, yeah, it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz
Linking with the opps, b#tch,
I did that sh#t for J Prince
b#tch, I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I’d rather hit ’em up one more time
Ayy, known a girl for six months,

dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on
my neck so it’s a blind date
All my n#gg#s on the roads raising up

the crime rate
Your name not ringing out here, it’s on vibrate
And she took a score now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won’t see him for some years,
when I do though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me
[21 Savage:]

21, in a droptop Benz like it’s ’03
21, had the shooters ain’t down
from the nosebleeds
21, gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

b#tch tried to burn me up
Keep a man a tuck (Yeah)
I’a never slip (Never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (p#ss#)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker’s ville
(p#ss#)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limping with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some doner sh#t
(On God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah sh#t
Went from [Angels?] state to a bigger state

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if
I woulda stayed (21)
Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
I been thugging all my life,

that’s just how I play it (Facts)
Still posted in the A’ where n#gg#s feel me
Still gotta see the Gunners on Premier League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that’s always near me

And I’m down to hit ’em up
[Drake:]
One more time, hit my line,
you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don’t do romancing
One more time, you gotta run the face
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time
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Circo Loco Lyrics English

[Intro:]
One more-
[Drake:]
I been blowing through

the money like it grow on trees
I been f#cking on a French b#tch, c’est la vie
I just put ’em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I’m dressing, till I been to a thousand islands

This b#tch lie ’bout getting shot
but she still a stallion
She don’t even get the joke but she still smiling
Every night late night like I’m Jimmy Fallon

Crod’ shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up

Got a fur on a temp but got me burning up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain’t learn enough
Play your album track one, ‘kay, I heard enough
Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up

Savage got a new stick, he wanna dirt it up
Touchdown in NY, turn the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to a n#gg#, yeah, it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz
Linking with the opps, b#tch,
I did that sh#t for J Prince
b#tch, I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I’d rather hit ’em up one more time
Ayy, known a girl for six months,

dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on
my neck so it’s a blind date
All my n#gg#s on the roads raising up

the crime rate
Your name not ringing out here, it’s on vibrate
And she took a score now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won’t see him for some years,
when I do though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me
[21 Savage:]

21, in a droptop Benz like it’s ’03
21, had the shooters ain’t down
from the nosebleeds
21, gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

b#tch tried to burn me up
Keep a man a tuck (Yeah)
I’a never slip (Never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (p#ss#)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker’s ville
(p#ss#)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limping with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some doner sh#t
(On God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah sh#t
Went from [Angels?] state to a bigger state

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if
I woulda stayed (21)
Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
I been thugging all my life,

that’s just how I play it (Facts)
Still posted in the A’ where n#gg#s feel me
Still gotta see the Gunners on Premier League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that’s always near me

And I’m down to hit ’em up
[Drake:]
One more time, hit my line,
you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don’t do romancing
One more time, you gotta run the face
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com

Drake & 21 Savage Lyrics – Circo Loco

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