Clowns Lyrics

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Lyrics to Clowns
Welcome to the circus, this my show
You my jester and you know
I turn the king into a joker
Magic like Magica Madoka
You a clown, you a clown
You a clown, so slow it down
I bring that dynamo
I stay crackin' hoes
Been that David Blaine
Bitch, I been insane

Never been the clown, ain’t nothin' funny
Move some bricks around, the white bunny
We do not share, my niggas ain't sunny
When my goons hit ground, better run the money
I’m here with Rico and we crazy, we some freak-os
With a few bad bitches, pussy poppin', that's a peepshow
Bitch, we magnifico, but you been countin' them sheep, though
Better sleep with one eye open, we 'bout to hit the peak-o
Pennywise idiots tryna get on top of me
But you will never do it, you are just a fuckin' flop to me
Now you corny, you could do a better job to be honest
Who's endorsin' all these motherfuckin’ wannabes?
Talkin’ 'bout a Lear, takin’ pictures in Economy
Mouth is on a marathon, it's spittin' straight monotony
Buildin' notoriety, I’m winnin' that monopoly
Why so serious? You bitches are some comedy

Welcome to the circus, this my show
You my jester and you know
I turn the king into a joker
Magic like Magica Madoka
You a clown, you a clown
You a clown, so slow it down
I bring that dynamo
I stay crackin' hoes
Been that David Blaine
Bitch, I been insane

I just left from the Bahamas
Bank account got plenty commas
I'm the bomb, baby, I'm sorry
I don't mean to alarm ya
Walkin' through the mall
And I smell like marijuana
That Buddha make you sit up straight
You got the perfect posture
I'm smokin' like a Rasta
Got shooters on my roster
[?] we don't call 'em
My money real long like an encore
Your money real skinny like a brochure
You should try to say less and do more
Ridin' in a coupe, yeah, two doors
Make a broke bitch take a detour
You a clown for talkin' down
You ain't know, but you know now
Like a ring, bitch, it go around
Don't move, pussy, don't make a sound

I got these bitches tight, walkin' rope
I read 'em last rites, I ain't talkin' Pope
If these bitches high, I'm the dope
They can get washed like I'm the soap
You bitches Emmett Kelly tryna sweep my light away
I'm Houdini and you disappear right away
At least I know if I took a break and came back
I could still afford to get a purple Maybach
Fuck an Achilles, I'm here to blow the ceilings
The roof is on fire since I been in my feelings
Flow straight crack, go ahead and check my dealings
Wordplay sick, you will never know the meaning
Sipping on Bailey's with Barnum and Bailey
Couldn't Decode me, ain't talkin' Hayley
Juggling music and gigs on the daily
Unforgettable, French and Swae Lee
Mouth automatic, shoot 380
Seat 2F on the A380
Emirates, we speak Kuwaiti
Looks stay swish, I ain't talkin' Katy

Welcome to the circus, this my show
You my jester and you know
I turn the king into a joker
Magic like Magica Madoka
You a clown, you a clown
You a clown, so slow it down
I bring that dynamo
I stay crackin' hoes
Been that David Blaine
Bitch, I been insane

This my show
Yeah, you know
Ha
Hahahahahahahaha
Y'all funny
Yeah
Fuck y'all
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