BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - Rotation

rate me

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Working Wood wheel with the sun outside

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires,

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Now this could be one of those days

I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind

Just pretend that I’m paid

Do it big do it large, on the boulevard,

Get a sense of success pushin candy cars

I did some thangs for that Chevy main

Restored the frame, blew the brains out on everythang

I ain’t ashamed, scoop my dame cause shes down to roll

Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio (say what?)

She know the sco'

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Working wood wheel with the sun outside

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Now this could be one of those days Parlee and I ball, turning necks till they break, outside of the mall Going in going hard like a superstar Break the bank full a tank take me super far I swang and bang sitting heavy main Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain Let it rain hydro plane but I’m ridin' slow

Eyes closed interchange keep me on my toes (Say what?) Can’t let em go

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Working wood wheel with the sun outside

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round

The wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round

Screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down

The screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Working wood wheel with the sun outside

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires.<br />

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Thanks to C. Botz

Thanks to C. Botz for correcting these lyrics

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