BIG K.R.I.T. - Lions and Lambs lyrics

rate me

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Time never waits for no man

Peep it slow hand

Lions is all, we really no lambs

Get money split it up with my brohams.

When you go outside don’t let the door slam

Don’t let the door slam x3

When you go outside

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Gracious lord I say a prayer for all of mine

Searching for a fixin in these broken times

I let my anger feed my hunger pain

Plotting With my brother from another mother about running things

Another round table mission

cause rap aint paying off and ain’t no food in the kitchen

So I am gonna get these p's with the elle with the smell that make the smokers go crazy Can you feel me like braille

politikn bout a move or two

so we can put on for the city like they usually do

And all them hos that didn’t call me boo

gon break their backs when they see that boy cruising through

cause they respect it when your clockin major figures

throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers

watching for the laws with the judges on call

shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers

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Now who's that peeking in my window

music on crescendo

vibing to the sounds of the endo

playing king kong no nintendo

i cant trust a soul niggas givin up their kin folk

grandmammas mammas and baby mothers

Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers

Get scared find themselves undercover

You knew the consequences of pushing them junkies hubbas

I tell the story how it be

Don’t bring no dirt in mine

Don’t speak on what you see

Always call before you come

You get jammed you don’t know me

Leave that wire at the door

Wash your hands before you eat

Don’t play the game if it ain’t keeps

Be ready for the finals

better practice what you preach

You aint the stand up type then find a seat

your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak

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Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes

of playa that pose for cameras and shine for hoes

gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club

with drinks that dirty and shots that dubs

and people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs

minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs

talking about bass, you thinking bout sub

marine maybe

they other other hoes in your boat

the people that tell be people you know

the people that hurt be people you owe

Time, now daddy aint around to hold them down now

for the benz with drawers and rims

instead of breaking even with odds and ends

you doing 5 to 10 on the late night

for swimming in pools with great whites

they smell that dirty money

no last train to london, or paris

life is more then karats and fur coats

on the low that tick tock is worth more

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Thanks to Sam for correcting these lyrics

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