Runnin' Circles Songtext
von Gucci Mane feat. Lil Wayne
Runnin' Circles Songtext
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm One two-eighty five around the squash niggas
These... monkey
He be in the circus
These niggas be jealous
These niggas worthless
You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin
I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse
I'm not from Earth
I'm not an earthling
I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous
He blew the lid we down to have six hndred thirty
Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him
I'm a baller and my birthday
Is every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday
If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early
I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy
I'm killin' these hoes
I aint now too impressed nobody but my P.O.
I like my bitches rollin'
I like my weed rolled
And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat
We watch out for police that be in street clothes
You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes
My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load
Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd
Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch
Oozie extra clips skateboard kick flip
Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy
I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy
Eat that pussy if it's pretty
Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi
Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple
Cause I'm a boss and you a worker
You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel
And if you run up on me
I'll murk ya
Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya
Don't mention your boys
Cause they'll dessert yea
Say she a dime, but she aint worth it
Two six not even a burglar
But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl
I got the scrap, you better act girl
Just like you know me, they call me Gucci
I ball like Kobe
You know I'm shootin'
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm One two-eighty five around the squash niggas
These... monkey
He be in the circus
These niggas be jealous
These niggas worthless
You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin
I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse
I'm not from Earth
I'm not an earthling
I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous
He blew the lid we down to have six hndred thirty
Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him
I'm a baller and my birthday
Is every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday
If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early
I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy
I'm killin' these hoes
I aint now too impressed nobody but my P.O.
I like my bitches rollin'
I like my weed rolled
And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat
We watch out for police that be in street clothes
You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes
My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load
Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd
Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch
Oozie extra clips skateboard kick flip
Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy
I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy
Eat that pussy if it's pretty
Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi
Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple
Cause I'm a boss and you a worker
You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel
And if you run up on me
I'll murk ya
Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya
Don't mention your boys
Cause they'll dessert yea
Say she a dime, but she aint worth it
Two six not even a burglar
But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl
I got the scrap, you better act girl
Just like you know me, they call me Gucci
I ball like Kobe
You know I'm shootin'
Writer(s): ARNE PAUL LEEN VAN PETEGEM, JON MARSHALL, JON ERIN MARSHALL Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com