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

[produced by big k.r.i.t.]

[hook: big k.r.i.t]
lac, lac, lac, lac, lac
slammin’ the doors in the
pull up with hoes in the
diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
pourin’ up
be it the sticky icky got you rollin’ up
hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin’ up
open your mind
open your mind
open your mind
open your mind
this could be the day
you don’t know the road, i could show the way

[verse 1: big k.r.i.t.]
young candy cut throat still slammin’ doors
pull up with your ho on the low low
in my ride, super clean if you didn’t know
n-ggas hate but it’s cool cause they too slow
move, smooth, gotta get to it
ain’t n0body gonna stop me, nah
i got a big backseat for a super freak
tell them mothaf-ckas it’s goin’ down
back road, a shortcut the lane
f-ck the law, they can’t stop the bang
cut the double cup of purple rain
tell them f-ck critics i’ll never change
young k.r., i.t. my n-ggas say
gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
cause them jackas rob ’round here every day
so i chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel
pressin’ the b-ttons while clucky bust-its peep how i live
goin’ in for the k!ll
champagne poppin’ daily
no petty numbers, shipes
f-ck ’em, just tell ’em “pay me” fosho
hoes love it, n-ggas know it, ’bout time
ride clean, like a billion suns, they can’t stop my shine
tell ’em one more ‘gain for that 2000 beyond
that king sh-t, i be on, tell a b-tch n-gga to be gone
cause my

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]
lac, lac, lac, lac, lac
slammin’ the doors in the
pull up with hoes in the
diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
pourin’ up
be it the sticky icky got you rollin’ up
hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin’ up
open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind) open your mind
this could be the day
you don’t know the road, i could show the way

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
i’m walkin’ up into the party, and feelin’ and k!llin’ the party
a couple of women are chillin’ and sippin’ bacardi
she walk me up into the hallway, i started on kissin’ the shawty
and feelin’ so good, thug b-tch from the hood, but really though
might get some -ss tonight, hit it like a real man should, i’ma k!ll it though
make a right, open that ‘frigerator, crack that 40 ounce
head into your momma room so i can hear that naughty sound, don’t play around
your parents ain’t around, and plus your room is packed
i’ma hit it from the front, i’ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat
kissin’ party with a couple bad b-tches, gettin’ dirty with all of my n-ggas
feelin’ woozy but i’m pourin’ more liquor
but the cutie booty couldn’t be bigger
i’m celebratin’ cause we shouldn’t be here
h-lla faded cause the hennessy near
dedicated to all of my peers, a$ap, the vision so clear
i can see you haters from here, i can spot you out of my chair
my throne, you won’t come near, the microphone is on fire
the booth is roman, i’m sire, i’m king of this sh-t, i’m no liar
i’m droppin’ careys, mariah, got the grip on the game like i’m pliers

[verse 3: big k.r.i.t.]
n-ggas talk that big sh-t nowadays
but they muscles ain’t strong enough
n-ggas claim they change the game
catalogs ain’t long enough
slow motion, i’m still posted
in the cut, been waitin’ my turn
fell off cause you wasn’t yourself
oh well, n-gga live and you learn
money don’t concern me, i was too determined
f-ck what you heard, i feed my fam
i put on for mine, i let my brother shine
and i be comin’ down like godd-mn
we made it, that check on me, my n-gga
for what it’s worth, i don’t go to work
so this verse ain’t free, my n-gga
this work ain’t free, my n-gga
yeah it’s above average cause they’re raisin’ taxes
dropped twelve albums, that’s a grand apiece
and plus i made the beats, you do the mathematics
no watches, no dope money, i’m just southern
one of the coldest n-ggas that’s in the game
and i’ve only been on one major cover, like d-mn
either they don’t know, they don’t show
or they don’t care what happens in the south
or either i’m too smart, or they too dumb
to know what the f-ck i’m talkin’ ’bout when i say

- big k r i t lyrics

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