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Circulate - Reese LAFLARE Lyrics








[Intro]

Everything foreign, haha



[Pre-Chorus]

Flare on go

I'm so throwed

Out my mind

Bust down the time

Wrist so cold

Put that shit on

Drippin' Presi'

Count my blessings



[Chorus]

Bitches tryna jump in my lane, stay in your place (Ah)

Niggas tryna ride my wave, they in the way (Ah, ah, ah)

Put that shit on every day, let that resonate (Yeah)

Count it up every day, let it circulate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)



[Verse 1]

Y'all niggas gotta watch my wave (Watch out)

Niggas better stay in your place (No cap)

Out here having my way

State to state

Take that Glock away ('Way)

Point it down, that shit flagrant (Point it down)

My eyes go all blue, it go God, Super Saiyan (I go crazy)

Two Asian bitches ying-yang

I'ma kick my shit (I'ma kick my shit)

They gon' eat this dick

I'ma slide like Tokyo drift

Yeah, I'm many days

Stuck in my ways

These niggas ain't eatin' (Woo)

They gon' feel uneasy



[Pre-Chorus]

Flare on go

I'm so throwed

Out my mind

Bust down the time

Wrist so cold

Put that shit on

Drippin' Presi'

Count my blessings



[Chorus]

Bitches tryna jump in my lane, stay in your place (Ah)

Niggas tryna ride my wave, they in the way (Ah, ah, ah)

Put that shit on every day, let that resonate (Yeah)

Count it up every day, let it circulate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)



[Verse 2]

Watch me twinkle and glitter (Watch out)

Yeah, with the flick of my wrist (Ice)

Lil Skate in his bag

Double C on my tags (Double C)

Left wrist throw it like glass

No, that's not a regular dash (Nah, no)

With a house down in the hills

Woke up in first class (Woke up)

Lane moving 'round, yeah

Open up this room, yeah (Open up the room)

She popped them bottle

Took it to the moon, yeah (Moon)

The money come and go

It go 'round and 'round the crew ('Round and 'round)

Circulate that (Circulate)

Nigga them facts



[Pre-Chorus]

Flare on go

I'm so throwed

Out my mind

Bust down the time

Wrist so cold

Put that shit on

Drippin' Presi'

Count my blessings



[Chorus]

Bitches tryna jump in my lane, stay in your place (Ah)

Niggas tryna ride my wave, they in the way (Ah, ah, ah)

Put that shit on every day, let that resonate (Yeah)

Count it up every day, let it circulate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)



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