BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - B4SXSW lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Still waiting on my just do

Candy paint, got it oat blue

On the inside, looking outside

You'd be a nonbeliever, holla fuck you

Cuz they ain't playa, Billie Paine

Working 9 to 5 just to scrape some change

While I was flexin' chrome

With a yellow bone with a fat ass, no ball fazed

Deep in the pussy like a cross fader

And gin and Danny like all day

No lip gloss, my team flossin'

Gon' work 'em off till we all payed

It's called Steve-O, Juss DeNiro

Big Front and Smoke Bizzle

More tied to the sun dial

Fuck you if you don't really fuck with it

Fake lord, ain't been shit

Talkin' bout we been patnas

Matta fact, you ain't gotta spin my _____(?)

I said I'd show and I made wylin'

Done made some sense, fuck what ya heard

You nut hoggin' on cell watchin'

I kills songs till the beats gone

I hit memorial services like right after

Another chapter, another topic

Yo personality so outta pocket

A bank account like I'm too full

A bank account like you need to stop it

It's just a hobby, you ain't gettin' bread

It's just a dream if there's no cream

You'll end up starvin' and I'll end up callin'

Fo' a bitch to feed me like hakeem was played a fool

On high screen, franchised with like five friends

Dopen up and kill five fiends

You done played along for like five teams

Ya messed on the real, pump my trunk and one finger whip

Bangers cool like what it do?

A Mississippi pimp ova Texas shit

Believe that devil, maybe why a bad bitch need that devil

Fuck the world and fuck the nut in 'er

And told that bitch she can see that there

On the front of falls, gonna see that there

Been broke shit, gon' have to be that there

Hit the live with my old school

With that foreign, I need that there

That's no lie, I gotta feed the fam

I do it fo' the south, you do it fo' the gram

We ain't the same so I understand

If you fall off and neva seen again

That tough luck but that's how it be

Patrol and bang all the way to Sicily

I swift aliens, came down with fleets

Got my soul woman from ET

That sounded like a space modulator

Innovator, so they had to see

I'm like the bridges of a wall at the white house

But me, I sung with the lights out

We ain't got it booked, get my dick sucked

On a sub flow and don't bite down

Too exclusive, too vicious, I bought a freak store

Like this Amish pistol

Fine crib, wassup, doin' hella shows

Couldn't hit the gym, I was on the rolls

Didn't lift weights, eatin' masked ape bread

Pressed 'em bands, kept my pockets swollen

Tell 'er bust it open like an automo

Watchin' out fo' these jealous snakes

Cuz niggas slither when you crock their feelings

Bein' envious is a born trait

I'm like a two year old when I'm wantin' cake

Grab a handful and mush it in yo face

I'm still Crocka fizzles droppin' wheels like 9 to 5

Droppin' these blades, every day

Befo' south by south west

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