BIG K.R.I.T. - 1986 lyrics

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[Chorus]

Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

Big money, subwoofer, Randy Savage

It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

M.C. twenty-four crawling through the traffic

It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it

It was 1986, coldest year ever

Momma could have cut me out the womb but she knew better

[Big K.R.I.T.]

Digi my dash, this for the players

that got them some golds, and copped them some gators

Fresh' than a motherfucker, I knew what it took

The game that I'm giving you, couldn't get out a book

Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending your ride

And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burning inside

If it don't pay what you're asking, then you're wasting your time

If you can't get you no old school, don't go fucking with mine

[Chorus]

[Big K.R.I.T.]

Watching for jackers, scoping for law

They go to hating when I'm bassing cause I swang and I crawl

Scraping the wall, rubbing the curb

A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and stirred

I got a fetish for Chevys, an itch for the dollar

On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow

I be popping my collar till I'm dead in a tomb

Hell, I've been popping my collar since I fell out the womb

[Chorus]

[Big K.R.I.T. - singing]

Feels good to have it

Knowing that I did what I could

It feels good to have it

I put the leather on top of the wood

It feels good to have it

I rode chrome all around my streets

It feels good to have it

to see it, to need it, to grab it

Feels good to have it

[Chorus]

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