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big k.r.i.t. - big brother (freestyle) lyrics

[intro:]
i like this beat
i mean it’s just a loop and all
but, f-ck it i’mma spit anyway
buck, i’m just gonna spazz on these n-ggas real quick

[big krit:]
krizzle, he a new breed, life’s like a movie
all the newcomers like, who he? who me?
just a n-gga straight up out the gutter with the sk!ll to make a new yorker wanna be southern
streetlights tell the stories of the real n-ggas
pardon me if half the time i don’t feel n-ggas
like honestly, how the f-ck you get a deal n-gga?
i guess once i get on, i’mma have to k!ll n-ggas
lord i was tryin’ not to push it to the ledge
the grind ain’t st-rdy and we hangin’ on the edge
mississippi got next, you heard what i said?
now still i’d rap some of the best when i’m dead
check my cred, k!ller is a fact
i’m talkin’ ’bout bars, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout pecs
when i get green like gumby, i stretch
a pair of j’s out the case, yea i’m that fresh
yes, give me any beat and i k!ll it like it’s livin’
i only do me, cause f-ck how they feelin’
that green that i’m tottin’ got me higher than the ceilin’
the whip color sunny-d n-gga, i’m orange peelin’
streetlight chillin’, n-ggas can’t touch me
car without an engine, b-tch you can’t budge me
heard the lames hate me and they baby mommas love me
if they didn’t handcuff ’em at my show they’d prolly f-ck me
i’m a little crazy, i’m a little off though
put you on display in the day like a car show
toss you in the trunk and drive away with the cargo
all i see is snow-bunnies call me donny darko
grill look mean on the whip it’s a gargoyle
it’s the sh-t n-ggas in the hood sell hard for
a fine crib and a lambo mercilago
a1 credit and the next top model
but you know n-ggas
think they guns can stop 4 n-ggas
claim they hard as h-ll, but really ho n-ggas
slow n-ggas never get paid
gold diggers get played
and lame n-ggas never get laid
unless they throwin’ fetti at a chick that call me daddy
she bring me all the money cause she know that make me happy
go out and break her back just to keep her n-gga flashy
and see me on top, she thought it was a cl-ssic
i’m a nervous wreck on the mic, i keep spazzin’
married to my money and she havin’ contractions
gave birth to money with (?) cl-sses
my tyler dig the new line of rubberband fashion
chill

- big k r i t lyrics

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