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Big K.R.I.T.( Justin Scott )
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Remember the Titans
Cinematic, Multi-Alumni ya dig...
It's been long time coming, Sam Cooking No tap dancing, just check booking 85 Drive in, Soul Surviving It's either stay where you at or start riding Old School Cars, Automatic Start Went through hell and back to get a house with a garage I see it clearer than Blu Ray, you see when it's too late A source separation from bouquets From bitches with bootays, that I used to love, used to fuck Never kissed, but I held and hugged On the low tho, loved them all, when they balled Spend it all just to get me rubbed in polo Do what I can through God will Never slack in the DJ booth I flex skills I break it downnn like pounds of drum field Push niggas off cause I'm King of my hill King of my Ville, Don't enter I'm tellin ya Fuck you and yours plus I'm killin ya messenger Favorite rapper rapper rapper et cetera Forever in the kitchen whipping feats for my brothera bruh...
Aye food for that I was cooking, maybe stirred but not shooken They tryna see if I got it, so I guess I'm Reggie Bushin Would appear I'm the favorite, mother fuckers be hatin My mama told never say it but, yeah I'm the greatest Like Ali without the shaking, history in the making You thought I was a newcomer but baby you was mistaken Murder beats in the masses, throw 'em in caskets This plastic crematory flow, leave 'em in ashes Candle light visual, R.I.P. to beats Must be something stupid fire deep in side of me Honestly, you ain't fuckin with me Krizzle be the truth, Even DJ Booth, had to be like what it do? Look at you, ain't much time left, I think I should wish you well For you no anticipation, I'm like 2 thousand 12 How much you tryna sell, perhaps you should find a shelf To sit yo shit on, nigga I been flown
Back to the bottom of the south Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With the mind frame to ride high, Golds in my mouth Hollin out what's happenin' Pullin bitches from corners to where you can't imagine Straight jacket spazzin Cashing out, King Krizzle who they askin bout The cuddy duddy rollin dirty spray that apricot Sun jealous told the moon that I... have to stop Cause you not even half as hot as the shit that flop I bang bang like pop, til the chamber lock If it was 1995 I'd probably hang with Pac Cause I'm a Mutha Fucka, Neva Scared, Certified Bone Crusher The way I spit the block I swear I was Big blood brother... UH... They tryna knock my steelo, wanna tap my phone cause I kick with amigo And talk shit and put switches on el caminos Flood borders like from seawater from el nino
And to fly above the bullshit I probably would But G5 jets never land in the hood And hoes bust and bite down, cause you poppin right now You rappin for the fame I rap like they gone turn my lights out Shit was fucked up just a week ago Now I'm Cinematic like a movie you ain't seen before... And this is just the warm up, niggas ain't seen the flow I told 'em see me on top, What the Fuck you blinking fo' Shootin at they battle ships these fragile niggas sinking slow Probably made 'em look bad, I'm sorry I ain't e'en know We ain't e'en equal if the Constitution said so I'm a Titan fuck subliminals I'm throwing lightening bolts Gotta want foreva moe, what the fuck you fighting foe By buried with my merit, keep what I kill like them viking folks I am though, passing like Brett Favre before the Vikings choked Riding slow, candy paint like lookin in kaleidescope Obstacles? I throw and jump over like I'm mario Lyrical, exercise a monster with the cardio Pop bottles after victories, what the fuck you party fo' Board game bitches, I ain't fuckin with a Sorry! ho Class was in session years ago, what you tardy foe Billion dollar mouth piece to auction off my audio... KING!
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