Nino Bless Circle Circle Thot Thot Lyrics
Circle Circle Thot Thot by Nino Bless
(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 bode
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 whores
I been gettin' trap money, homie
So fuck yo rat money, homie
I kill you with my momma's gun
(I pop bazookas, not bubblegum)
Now you see me in designer clothes
I see yo shoes, but em shinin' mearl(?)
I'm a baller, I don't play a boss
I play the game and I neva pause
(Verse 2)
I be real, start tuckin'(?)
Knock you out like fuck you then show it to the pubkic
(You got a lotta cars) Bars, stackin' paper
Father car for talk to 'er in 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(?)
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 3)
I'm all about this knowledge, I'm not a ? scholar
I skipped that road 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 hyperthyroidism miss the drugs and Orwell on shut off my light switch
The sky's the limit, no distant cloud for the pirates
I brought all my horizons right now, need no's, I'm auto pilot
Silence, God talkin' to me in private
I let you in this conversation, you were not invited
So gimme undivided attention, goodbye bitch
And has 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 Clone
It's none yo hicks and bumps, that ain't affect me once
And every theory that question me is left in ruin
Brooklyn, tell Evo and Rosenberg the best rapper is Nino
When it's so absurd that no-one's heard the nina's wordssmith
Cuz it's the media circuit's thick ridin'
And trendin' topics and gossipin' bitches
Killin' beaches 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 perceivers
If you diss 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 ? I am the ramp mix with the bron
T-Bone with marinos on, 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 light button
I be mind fuckin' hoes with stuff I know
Ever suck it down till they cough and have a stuffy nose
This you official flow I'mma miss you
If you chose to fight this cruel bitch moose on against you
Human too range of mutual, my ?, it's hard to reach the markets
A target the karma 6 stalkin' these streets
I try to peep wholes, 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 head explosive
(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 bode
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 whores
I been gettin' trap money, homie
So fuck yo rat money, homie
I kill you with my momma's gun
(I pop bazookas, not bubblegum)
Now you see me in designer clothes
I see yo shoes, but em shinin' mearl(?)
I'm a baller, I don't play a boss
I play the game and I neva pause
(Verse 2)
I be real, start tuckin'(?)
Knock you out like fuck you then show it to the pubkic
(You got a lotta cars) Bars, stackin' paper
Father car for talk to 'er in 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(?)
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 3)
I'm all about this knowledge, I'm not a ? scholar
I skipped that road 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 hyperthyroidism miss the drugs and Orwell on shut off my light switch
The sky's the limit, no distant cloud for the pirates
I brought all my horizons right now, need no's, I'm auto pilot
Silence, God talkin' to me in private
I let you in this conversation, you were not invited
So gimme undivided attention, goodbye bitch
And has 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 Clone
It's none yo hicks and bumps, that ain't affect me once
And every theory that question me is left in ruin
Brooklyn, tell Evo and Rosenberg the best rapper is Nino
When it's so absurd that no-one's heard the nina's wordssmith
Cuz it's the media circuit's thick ridin'
And trendin' topics and gossipin' bitches
Killin' beaches 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 perceivers
If you diss 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 ? I am the ramp mix with the bron
T-Bone with marinos on, 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 light button
I be mind fuckin' hoes with stuff I know
Ever suck it down till they cough and have a stuffy nose
This you official flow I'mma miss you
If you chose to fight this cruel bitch moose on against you
Human too range of mutual, my ?, it's hard to reach the markets
A target the karma 6 stalkin' these streets
I try to peep wholes, 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 head explosive
(Outro)
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