Circles

Circles Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey
Real hot girl sh*t
Ah
(f**k that nigga)
Hey, hey
Baow, baow

[Chorus]
Look, why you wanna do the bad b**ch wrong? (Huh?)
‘Bout to make this every bad b**ch song (Ayy)
Don’t you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look (Hey), I ain’t in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b**ch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on ’em, make ’em kill the noise
We ain’t goin’ back and forth with the lil’ boys

[Verse 1]
Shh, cut the noise
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these lil’ boys (Lil’ boys)
I’m a February baby, I’m a big flirt (Big flirt)
I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (Hey, hey)
Ayy, look, cut the sh*t
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with a broke b**ch (Broke b**ch)
Jawbreaker, I ain’t f**kin’ with thе sucker sh*t (Yeah)
If I cut her off, thеn I mean it and it’s f**k a b**ch
The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (Yeah)
Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin’ (Come with a warnin’)
Is he crazy ’bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin’ lately (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga too attached, got him actin’ like a titty baby (Yeah)
Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad
At war with myself, in my head, b**ch, it’s Baghdad (Yeah)
New nigga tryna come around and play clean (Hmm)
And my clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (Ah)

[Chorus]
Look, why you wanna do the bad b**ch wrong? (What?)
‘Bout to make this every bad b**ch song (Ayy)
Don’t you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain’t in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b**ch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on ’em, make ’em kill the noise
We ain’t goin’ back and forth with the lil’ boys

[Verse 2]
One, never let a nigga see you sweat (Never)
Two, never let these niggas come between a check (Yeah)
Three, never let a nigga turn you ‘gainst me (Hey)
‘Cause the dick come and go, but I’m ridin’ past E (Ayy)
Keep that sh*t player, I don’t like gettin’ personal
Treat ’em like job, when I get ’em, I’m workin’ ’em (Workin’)
Niggas love usin’ Instagram like a journal (Yeah)
Just like my ass, niggas talkin’ in a circle (Baow-baow-baow)
Why niggas love to talk down? I don’t know (I don’t know)
Like I ain’t keepin’ all the facts in my phone
Like I ain’t got the pictures of you beggin’ for forgiveness (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is)
Ain’t the jealous type, please don’t believe the hype (Please)
You can’t make me mad with some sh*t that I’ma like (That I’ma like)
Don’t mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin’ you exclusive
When a party ain’t a party if my b**ches ain’t included (Ah, ah)

[Chorus]
Look, why you wanna do the bad b**ch wrong? (What?)
‘Bout to make this every bad b**ch song (Ayy)
Don’t you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain’t in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b**ch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on ’em, make ’em kill the noise
We ain’t goin’ back and forth with the lil’ boys

[Outro]
Why you wanna do the bad b**ch wrong?
‘Bout to make this every bad b**ch song, ayy
Don’t you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain’t in my feelings with it
Turn around, poke it out, b**ch, get it, get it
Turn up on ’em, make ’em kill the noise
We ain’t goin’ back and forth with the lil’ boys
We ain’t goin’ back and forth with the lil’ boys