Virgin ft. LitooBandzz Lyrics

I say, you know my circle

Tighter than a virgin

Play with that white, boy

Yea, you know my niggas workin'

Say she ain't need me

Look at how them tables turnin'

Bitch don't be nervous

Bitch, I'll up this bitch right now

And that's for certain

We back to back

With all them blickies in Suburbans

I know some Billies

Who'll crash out right on purpose

Change who you worship

Member nights was reminiscing

We just hopin' we could get it

Wish we didn't have to risk it

But we got to, for the ticket

Beggars cannot be no pickers

So I'm focused on this chicken

Plus, I'm grippin', with extensions

Make a nigga come up missin'

Pablo died, I swear I cried

He used to come up on them missions

Always in, and outta trouble

Like a bad boy from them Pistons

Plus, you know we down to rumble

So, you bet not send no disses

Cuz, that forty make him crumble

If I start to hear them hisses

No, we not gon take it lightly

So don't make me aggravated

You know my shootas get to snipin'

Load them hallows on the daily

Oh no, don't tolerate no hypin'

Niggas twelve, just like they Brady

And we ain't gon do no skypin'

Fuck these niggas, cuz they shady

I say, you know my circle

Tighter than a virgin

Play wit that white

Yea, you know my niggas workin'

Say she ain't need me

Look at how them tables turnin'

Bitch, don't be nervous

Bitch, I'll up this bitch right now

And that's for certain

We back to back

With all them blickies in Suburbans

I know some Billies

Who'll crash out right on purpose

Change who you worship

I know some niggas

Who'll come through

And'll change up yo religion

Yea, them niggas real malicious

Do no talkin', get to blicking

Forty sparkin', extra kick

And you get fried

Just like some chicken

Yea I know my time is tickin'

So I stay up on my tippie

Roll pasto just like a hippie

Paranoid, so I be grippin'

Double profit off the work

I swear to God that shit be flippin'

Off the trip, I go beserk

I hit the stu, and get to rippin'

Forty underneath my shirt

So my advice, don't give no lippin'

Catch lil bronem out in traffic

We gon aim all at yo fitted

And when they did it, they was maskin'

So, they ain't gon know who did it

Police come around

Don't do no talkin'

All they hear is crickets

But, that was just the way we was raised

Youngin's came up out them trenches

Hold on

I say, you know my circle

Tighter than a virgin

Play wit that white

Yea, you know

All my niggas workin'

Say she ain't need me

Look at how them tables turnin'

Bitch, don't be nervous

I flip ha over on the mattress

Give that perc dick

Look how she creamin' on the dick

That shit so perfect

You know I'm stabbin' it all night

It ain't no mercy

It ain't no mercy