BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - Now and Then feat. Slim Thug lyrics

rate me

Yo

That hatin’ shit is contagious, pimpin’

Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either

Niggas out here talkin’ down

Niggas need to be out here tryin’ to get they own money

Congratulate a player every once in a while, you dig?

Every now and then you’ve got to just ball on these niggas

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp

Every now and then you’ve gotta ball

Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up

Blow a scene up

High-beamed up

TV screened up

And sit tall

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I hear you over base

Take that shit up with my trunk

Try not to flatter yourself

I see through niggas like glass

Why the fuck’d you shatter yourself?

On a mission for …

Chinchilla coats for the winter

I buy a crib with the pillars

And sit that hoe in the villa

Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak, that fuck with me

She bob on top, but a nigga like you, she just can’t fuck for free

Well on the late night, I’m a great white in a shark tank

Your heart pump Kool-Aid on these groupie hoes, my heart can’t

Your boat sank so long ago

Your crew been jumped off, my shit sell ‘cause I stay afloat

I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more

Motherfuck your life, fish

Y’all niggas act like I ain’t float before

Hold that thought, hold my coat, nigga ‘cause

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp

Every now and then you’ve gotta ball

Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up

Blow a scene up

High-beamed up

TV screened up

And sit tall

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I hear you over base

Take that shit up with my trunk

I can’t hear you, haters

I can’t see you fakers

You’re in my rearview and the bass got it shakin’

Always talkin’ down, let’s talk about what you makin’

And what records you breakin’ to have this conversation

Where you live, what you drive, what’s in your bank account?

Your jive-ass 9-5 ain’t matchin’ my amount

I count my cars, count my broads

If you could count you’d know I’m living large

Ménage with two TV stars

You dream about everything that’s ours

Hater, hatin’ on my gifts from God

Only goin’ block your gifts from God

So stop actin’ fraud

Congratulate and give me my award

Work hard and one day you’ll get your card

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp

Every now and then you’ve gotta ball

Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up

Blow a scene up

High-beamed up

TV screened up

And sit tall

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate

Take that shit up with my trunk

If you really think I hear you over base

Take that shit up with my trunk.

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