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

[intro: big krit]
i ain’t the one to play with round here in my city
i’m on my grind i gots to shine blink once you’ll miss me
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[hook: big krit]
i ain’t the one to play with round here in my city (in my city)
i’m on my grind i gots to shine blink once you’ll miss me (and you’ll miss me)
i ain’t no ordinary rapper in my to-own (in my town)
i gots to hustle, shawty and i puts it do-own

[verse 1: big krit]
on my grind gotta shine with my folk getting paid
twist it up hit the strip get clean [?] a fade
a1’s on my feet, white tees clean to press
i got [?] in my blood you can tell how i dress
k-rizzle i-tizzle be the ‘ssippi representer
i was raised to get dough in the crush, all contenders
talk sh-t get slapped in your mouth
i’m as dirty as it gets
born and bread in the south
throwback throwback, draw attention to some trims
i ain’t never played ball, but i’m still above rims
so fresh, i guess i choose this time
[?] georgia peaches no less than a dime
i provide ’em with dreams all in one evening
bad yellow bones, i f-ck ’em and leave ’em
holla at a playa if you see me on the streets
with some screens in my trunk and a handful of freaks

[hook: big krit]

[verse 2: c-rock]
1-0-5, we live i’m still struggling
watch these n-ggas endure the [?] i’m still juggling
mean muggin’, steady bussin’, whatever drama call
smoke a log or k!ll and k!ll and swallow alcohol
look at naked broads, t-tties shaking, p-ssy pop
mouth like she can suck a d-ck, get so wet she drip drop
i’m strictly business, is these n-ggas kidding?
woofing like you bad, getting to big for them bridges
got a big ball lil sissy here won’t fight
we here, we set it off and blow like tail pipes
run up in your trap and sn-tch your whole [?]
these n-ggas real soft, thew sweet like honey buns
give it to ’em anyway, don’t play in the a
you can get ya -ss whooped from the words that you say
cop hammers in there lining everywhere that i go
you forever wearin’ pampers, stick your hands in my dough, whoa

[hook: big krit]

[verse 3: big krit]
okay, i’m a g or whatever you want to call it
i make to rapping and that means i’m ballin’
i find time to grind, don’t find dimes
that only want me for paper but paper is all mine
never, confuse me with that dude that trick [?]
but the one behind v-i-p doors with thick hoes
my main agenda in this game to get them dollars
throw away the big dawg and bring back impallas
the old school drop top sh-t
white cut, diamond cut, neon light kit
i’m just a man, the extraordinaire
tryna be the next dude sellin’ out madsion square
yeah, i encore and after that, that’s it
after millions and millions come back to the ‘sip
posted on that same country corner i been on
if it wasn’t for them hater [?] been on

- big k r i t lyrics

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