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• Artiste: Big K.R.I.T.
• Titre: Now And Then
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Featuring: Slim Thug [Intro: Big K.R.I.T.] Yo… That hatin' shit is contagious, pimpin’ Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either Niggas out here talkin’ down Niggas need to be out here tryin’ to get they own money Congratulate a player every once in a while, you dig? Every now and then you’ve got to just ball on these niggas [Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp Every now and then you’ve gotta ball Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up Blow a scene up High-beamed up TV screened up And sit tall Take that shit up with my trunk If you really thing I’m listenin’ to that hate Take that shit up with my trunk If you really think I hear you over bass Take that shit up with my trunk [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Try not to flatter yourself I see through niggas like glass Why the fuck’d you shatter yourself? On a mission for scrilla Chinchilla coats for the winter I buy a crib with the pillars And sit that ho in the villa Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak, that fuck with me She bob on top, but a nigga like you, she just can’t fuck for free Well on the late night, I’m a great white in a shark tank Your heart pump Kool-Aid on these groupie hoes, my heart can’t Your boat sank so long ago Your crew been jumped off, my shit sell ‘cause I stay afloat I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more Motherfuck your life, fish Y’all niggas act like I ain’t float before Hold that thought, hold my coat, nigga ‘cause… [Hook] [Verse 2: Slim Thug] I can’t hear you, haters I can’t see you fakers You’re in my rearview and the bass got it shakin’ Always talkin’ down, let’s talk about what you makin’ And what records you breakin’ to have this conversation Where you live, what you drive, what’s in your bank account? Your jive-ass 9-5 ain’t matchin’ my amount I count my cars, count my broads If you could count you’d know I’m living large Menage with two TV stars You dream about everything that’s ours Hater, hatin’ on my gifts from God Only gon’ block your gifts from God So stop actin’ fraud Congratulate and give me my award Work hard an one day you’ll get your card [Hook]