BIG K.R.I.T. - Me And My Old School lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Me And My Old School

Ride, ride, ride clean

If you, if you ride old, ride slow

Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow

Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

[Verse 1]

I remember way back in the day

All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes

Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake

From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass

Can't be turning on a dime cause the rims scrape

Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take

That's my prized possession in recession kept me straight

Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday

Just me and my old school (repeat)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Ain't nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin

M-I crooked Super Southern don't be trippin' on my rims

I'd rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of giant people

If I'm gon' ride, hell, I don't know about them

Popping my collar, rocking gators, fuck some Prada

Be a scholar of this pimpin' to the very very end

Forever official like words out the scripture

Off the Richter, saw the future through my rear-view lens

Just me and my old school (repeat)

[Hook]

[Outro]

See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip

It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious

You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbing on them curbs

And hitting them potholes

You gotta ride clean and ride slow

Me and my old school

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