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big k.r.i.t. - big brother lyrics

[verse 1: big krit]
krizzle he a new breed
life is like a movie
all the new comers like who he? who me?
just a n-gga straight up out the gutta
with the sk!ll that make a new yorker wanna be southern
streets lights tell the stories of the real n-ggas
pardon me if half of the time i never feel n-ggas
like honestly how the f-ck you get a deal n-gga?
i guess once i get on i’m gonna have to k!ll n-ggas
lord i was trying not to push it to the ledge
the grind ain’t st-rdy and we hanging on the edge
mississippi got next
you heard what i said?
and i’ll still out rap some of the best when i’m dead
check my cred k!ller is a vet
i’m talking about bars i ain’t talking about pets
when i get green like gumby i stretch
a pair of j’s out the case
i’m that fresh, yes
give me any beat
and i’ll k!ll it like it’s living
i only do me it’s f-ck how they feeling
that green that i’m toting got me higher than the ceiling
the whip color sunny d n-gga i’m orange peeling
street life chilling 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 probably 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 donnie darko
grill look mean on the whip
it’s a gargoyle
this the sh-t n-ggas in the hood
sell hard for
a fine crib and a lambo marcielago
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 throwing fetti
at a chick they call me daddy
she bring me all the money
because she know that make me happy
go out and break her back
just to keep a n-gga flashing
and see me on top
she thought it was a cl-ssic
i’m a nervous wreck
on the mic
i keep spazzing
married to my money
and she having contractions
gave birth to money
with no lamaze cl-sses
my toddler dig the new line
of rubberband fashion

- big k r i t lyrics

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