BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - My Sub Pt. 3 (Big Bang) / King Of The South lyrics

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My Sub Pt. 3 (Big Bang)

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(Hook)

Two fifteens, fifteens

Two fifteens, fifteens

I got two fifteens, fifteens

Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho

Big bang ho, big bang ho

Big bang ho, I got two fifteens

Big bang ho, big bang ho

Big bang ho, I got two fifteens

(Verse)

This is how it all started way back

First the boomin' voice then the bass crack, 808

And that's when we first started fire

Cause the speakers wasn't grounded and he fried all the wires

But he thought about the thump from the jump

Took it out the bat cave and he threw it in the trunk

And that's evolution for you peeps

Like this is how I'm supposed to get freaks, 808

(Pre-Hook)

Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never

Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever

Subbin' on these hoes, give a fuck about the treble

He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Now this is how it all started way back

Your neighbor, neighbor, neighbor, neighbor's hate that

Basin' through my city like a junkie beat

With my trunk talking to you, bitch you better speak

Pull up to the club and I kill shit

Bitch you gotta be dead not to feel this, 808

My cousin passed his Alpines to me

Like this is how you supposed to get freaks, 808

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

No this ain't your ordinary subwoofer

Knocking down the pictures off the wall

I keep it crackin' in my trunk

Destroy your whole hood with that thump

That's if you want it like that player

Vibrate from M-I-Crooked all the way to Himalayas

Pandora box and custom made it

It's Sonic booming; Jackson State it

My trunk knock like Jehovah Witness

I made it to where haters had to play it

It's a really good fuckin' speaker do I have to say it?

It took me a year and some change just to calibrate it

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King Of The South

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(Hook)

Grew up on the country side o' town

Now I'm balling unda city lights

Grew up on the country side o' town

Now I'm balling unda city lights

King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south

King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south

Grew up on the country side o' town

(Verse)

MI crooked my nigga, do it fo' the south, ya'll know

Born and raised where the rebel flags from slaves

Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go

Rep that, rep that shit like I own it

I did it big fo' my fam and my homies

I got the biggest house on my block, foreign wit the drop

Fo' the times I was out here homeless, God flow

Time and time again I tried 2 tear these niggas

Yo what I say 2 these niggas?

Reebok, on tap dance, do whateva fo' a sack, give a lap dance bitch ass nigga

Fee-fi-fo-coked-up feelin'

25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed

Rollin' in a ham sandwich

My hands are so clear ya think I might be concealin' cocaine

Light at the end of the tunnel when you're flexing it's hard 2 humble

Talking 4th down, can't throw the ball 2 Def Jam

Cuz they might fumble, kick that south flow that ya can't get

Try 2 fuck the world but my dick won't fit

My bitch like KRIT, muthafuck they feelins!

Ya wanna be king, gotta claim that shit!

I'm talkin' bout off wit they heads

When ya put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs

When ya come from the country

Yo feet on the snakes that may come out the beds

I ain't playin' no games! I leave wit the future, ya follow these lames

I embody the South, the swaine, the grain

The trunk wit the bang, the gold in they mouth

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Ain't no luv in the coliseum, this shit here been a bloodsport

Keep what ya kill, fuck if they live cuz errybody out here cutthroat

I've been quietly waitin'

Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'

Errybody wanna see a monsta

Till they see the monster, the monsta holla out, what's shakin'?!

I know what ya thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'

He must not know betta at all, titans collide on the Zeus 2 survive

If not me bitch, who the fuck ya gone call?

It rain from the mountain tops, still blood stains on the leaves

I don’t do it fo' the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OG

And them country folk that can't talk that shit

This ain't yo curb so don't walk that bitch!

This ain't yo post so keep off that shit

Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch, if ya don't think that I'm King

I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop the flight

I could murder yo favorite rapper

And all I get is no way a Mississippi nigga really that nice!

Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em

I said it six times cuz it's my pleasure

Say it 1 mo' time fo' just fo' good measure, fuck em

Raised by the King that befo' me, slowly crept up and still paid dues

I embody the South, the swang, the bang, the soul and the paint and the blues

(Hook)

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