Nonfiction - Big Top

She said nigga what you doing while I'm blowing out this gas
All this fruity shit so sticky cotton candy in a bag
Got my tickets to show, it go down everywhere
Don't let it get to you, it be clowns every where
All these animals in my circle, we don't fuck wit round squares
Baby I got what you need goodies bags by the pair
I'm the ring leader, I call all the shots
Putting Smoke in the air, it's online when it drop

Hello
You ain't tryna do business, I ain't got no words
Hello
Be careful when they love you, loyalty first
Let's go, you know how niggas switch up when money on the table
This type of shit will amaze you, never let a broke nigga phase you

17 on my neck, bout a band in my ear
I just wanna see a million that's the plan for the year
And I rock own label I'm the man of the year
If you stunting on ya x on ya raise ya glass, nigga cheers

Written by:
Courtland Brown, Earnest Fenderson

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