Big KRIT - Lac Lac - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

05.03.2014

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[Produced by Big K.R.I.T.] [Hook: Big K.R.I.T] Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac Slammin' the doors in the Pull up with hoes in the Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up Pourin' up Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up Open your mind, open your mind Open your mind, open your mind This could be the day You don't know the road, I could show the way [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors Pull up with your ho on the low low In my ride, super clean if you didn't know Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow Move, smooth, gotta get to it Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah I got a big backseat for a super freak Tell them mothafuckas it's goin' down Back road, a shortcut the lane Fuck the law, they can't stop the bang Cut the double cup of purple rain Tell them fuck critics I'll never change Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44 Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live Goin' in for the kill Champagne poppin' daily No petty numbers, shipes Fuck 'em, just tell 'em "pay me" fosho Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time Ride clean, like a billion suns, they can't stop my shine Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond That king shit, I be on, tell a bitch nigga to be gone Cause my [Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] I'm walkin' up into the party, and feelin' and killin' the party A couple of women are chillin' and sippin' Bacardi She walk me up into the hallway, I started on kissin' the shawty And feelin' so good, thug bitch from the hood, but really though Might get some ass tonight, hit it like a real man should, I'ma kill it though Make a right, open that 'frigerator, crack that 40 ounce Head into your momma room so I can hear that naughty sound, don't play around Your parents ain't around, and plus your room is packed I'ma hit it from the front, I'ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches, gettin' dirty with all of my niggas Feelin' woozy but I'm pourin' more liquor But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger I'm celebratin' cause we shouldn't be here Hella faded cause the Hennessy near Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP, the vision so clear I can see you haters from here, I can spot you out of my chair My throne, you won't come near, the microphone is on fire The booth is Roman, I'm sire, I'm king of this shit, I'm no liar I'm droppin' careys, Mariah, got the grip on the game like I'm pliers [Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Niggas talk that big shit nowadays But they muscles ain't strong enough Niggas claim they change the game Catalogs ain't long enough Slow motion, I'm still posted In the cut, been waitin' my turn Fell off cause you wasn't yourself Oh well, nigga live and you learn Money don't concern me, I was too determined Fuck what you heard, I feed my fam I put on for mine, I let my brother shine And I be comin' down like goddamn We made it, that check on me, my nigga For what it's worth, I don't go to work So this verse ain't free, my nigga This work ain't free, my nigga Yeah it's above average cause they're raisin' taxes Dropped twelve albums, that's a grand apiece And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern One of the coldest niggas that's in the game And I've only been on one major cover, like damn Either they don't know, they don't show Or they don't care what happens in the South Or either I'm too smart, or they too dumb To know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout when I say [Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
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