Sookie Now - Big K.R.I.T., David Banner

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M-I crooked now

I never left the crock pot bitch I’m cooking now

Old school ferris wheel rims got me looking down

Country boy making noise world lookie now

Might just throw some D’s on it, I got moves to make

On time with these thoroughbreds, my money never late

Don’t be bothered with these lames, you should elevate

I got bottles for the poppin' maybe we should celebrate

Money over everything, what’chu know about it?

Bed full of bad bitches, I can’t roll up out it

Playa you should never doubt it

Talking live from the underground

It’s forever going down

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This that diamond in the back flow

Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo'

Ho, they used to chuck the deuce and past go

Now, I’m the one you niggas ask foe

I’m talking dirty gutta south

Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth

Old school cars, doors on slam

Big country girls, ass like damn (DAMN)

I’m on it now, I been a king

Million Man March in my trunk, you hear the dream (get it shawty)

Cornbread pimpin' throwing collard greens

Poppin my collar feeling clean

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Twist yo fingers, make a M and throw yo hands up

Twist yo fingers, make a M and throw yo hands up

If you from the south and you proud nigga gon' say it loud

If you a working class nigga or got slugs in yo mouth

From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask

And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags

Still flying bitch you lying, if you say we ain’t hanging

From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi

Emmett Till til now, how I’mma talk about hoes?

Where Medgar Evers got killed in front his family, body froze

Raynard Johnson, Andre Jones, and my folks in these jail cells

They call it suicide, cause it’s just another black male

Yea!

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