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playaz circle - stupid lyrics
[hook: t-ty boi]
i got a stupid sack
with a lot of os
and when i pull up
i’m with a lot of hoes
i got a bankroll
stupid bankroll
i got a bankroll
stupid bankroll
i’m with a lot of hoes
anythang goes
i’m from the southside
i got a stupid b-tch
in my stupid ride
yeah, i’m stupid wit’ it
cause i stupid get it
shorty your car too small, have to stoop in it
stupid kicks
i got a stupid wrist
duffle bag boys, a.k.a. the stupid clique
stupid this
stupid that
smokin’ on that strong,
call it a stupid pack
and this a stupid summer
and i’m stupid stuntin’
the way i move weight, call me ruben studdard
one stupid man
two stupid chains
three for the dope
four for the brain
and she got stupid brain
i mean, stupid brain!
i took her to the mall
and bought her everythang
i bought her stupid prada
i bought her stupid louis
everytime you see me
i be stupid fruity
[verse 2: oj da juiceman]
stupid cars,
stupid hoes
d-mn i’m livin’ stupid, dawg
vvs diamonds
same color london fog
london fog? h-ll yeah!
your b-tch say she swallow b-lls
pinky ring stupid big like i play some basketball
football in the street
h-ll naw, i’m in the street
stupid color chain, diamonds look like tweety tweet
pull up to the club and the coupe on them shaq feet
trap goin’ ham,
bricks runnin’ like a track meet
young juiceman and that stupid just attract me
bouldercrest workin’ and my motors in the back seat
sun valley workin’ and my motors in the back seat
t-ty, juice and dolla: all we do is stack cheese
[verse 3: dolla boy]
came from the block where i used to be the middleman
now i’m on the late flight, catch me in the business cl-ss
n-gg-s talkin’ that bullsh-t? you better handle your business, fam
hit ’em with the semis and
never leave no witnesses
we don’t need no witnesses
all about them dividends
last n-gg- who tried me? you can’t ask me what i did for him
thousand grams of hard got my country boys comin’ in
hope they buy it all; if not, what i’m gon’ do with this?
duffle bag, ho
everything counts
we stay gettin’ money
what the f-ck are you about?
they know we got that stupid clout
southside don’t do a drought
i-16 with them things, i got a stupid route
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