By Chance - Big K.R.I.T.

By Chance - Big K.R.I.T.

Год
2021
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
115410

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By Chance

Big K.R.I.T.

Shout out to Rae Sremmurd, Ear Drummers

You know what I mean man, killing it man still working it man

Yeah, this ain’t even my flow

And I’ma stick to it like Velcro

Swinging these elbows

The only strikes they got is shelltoes

Got them ho’s on the track like a railroad

Will you do a verse for the frisky?

Call Dutch my nigga, «Nigga hell no!»

Paying what it cost, I ain’t taking no losses nowadays

Looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offers nowadays

Peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays

Burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays

A big crib in the outfield feelin' like Kenny Lofton nowadays

Look at how I done it Forest Gump shit when I run it

David Blaine with flow, turning nothing into something

Pockets super clumping, royal rumble thumpin'

Quiet but I shoot, call me Tim Duncan

Talking money play it, while I’m at a luncheon

Why you call my phone if you ain’t want nothing, bitch stop fronting

Know you’re something when I came down with the top off and the doors up with

my feet out

Gripping more grain than a treehouse

Tint was so dark I can’t see out

Who the greatest?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me!

Who did I leave out?

Nah nigga I’m on it, If you ain’t friend, you opponent

If you ain’t paid for that shit and this then your name you don’t own it

On the road like an almanac

Pressing buttons call me presidential living

All’s fair in love and war, I’ll send a missile right to a sinner

No we ain’t quite the same nigga, all the same nigga since the name nigga

You a lame nigga, they ain’t hang with ya'

You ain’t fucked ho’s till the fame nigga

I was game nigga to the mouthpiece

Put a dick right where her mouth be

I was doing it, doing it, doing it well

You a handout, outreach!

Sleeping on haters that couch flow

Social networking to make a million

Hating ain’t good for your blood pressure

All that salt and shit might up and kill ya'

Invisible set in that’s how I grill ya'

Smiling my way here to the bank

Escape the prison of the label

Counting all the paper while these niggas Shawshank

Krizzle!

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