lirik lagu big k.r.i.t. - i ain't playin' no moe
[verse 1]
i’m talkin’ 500 degrees straight out the coup
with some boppers in my ride and they head out the hood
in the hood i finally recognize the k and the truth
before i die i promise i have my name on some shoes
no one sayin’ what you usually get
i’m fresh off the dome, i ain’t used to this sh-t
but the n-ggas out to fly like a bird since i’ve been on the curb
i only had one thing that’s my b-lls and my word
set a standard went to atlanta with my crew
he my eyes and my ears but down here i proach
down here i crush anyone in the face
what if their backs turn f-ck it anyone replace
if i said it i meant what i did what i done
kick -ss (?) without using my guns
without using my lungs, i still will make mils
i could die motherf-cker, and i still will get deals
[hook]
i ain’t playin’ with you n-ggas no more
that 44 get ’em make you hit the floor
and if you want it you can get it at the door
if it ain’t about money stop talkin’ to me hoes
[verse 2]
oh sh-t i did it again, ay hold up
n-ggas got a problem with k, you best fold up
i ain’t got time to play with no hoes
unless they coming right off the track with my dough
a pimps id’s broke, i don’t need it
me not gettin’ the deal, i can’t see it
f-ck them n-ggas, i know they don’t like me
and if they got a problem with krizzle, they come fight me
why a f-ck n-gga? they know they don’t last
i don’t care i conk ya are you don’t p-ss
queen city bomb, i’m known for that ?
my one goal, gettin’ that dough, watch me (?)
i ain’t got problem with these n-ggas
stop motherf-cking c-ck blockin’ me, n-ggas
and let’s make something clear
i ain’t never quit once in my life i touchdown each year
[hook]
[verse 3]
and one more thing, i never need a clique to be hard
i’m six foot but something else make me lord
creep b-tch hard (?)
just to see what i got what i got in my garage
no peakin’, but this weekend i’m freakin’
somethin’ i can cut and nonchalantly leave it
never been a type of trick, no b-tch
but i get that bit, and i trick that b-tch
move over, krit got something to say
he was alive last week but he’s dead today
i ain’t got time to play with yo
baby sit ya, f-ck n-gga, i’m sayin’ to you
don’t be talkin’ that pop trunk cause i go and pop trunk
if you sleepin’ with your b-tch ? something your headlong
this n-gga’s scared huh? that they don’t wanna ? you
and that cute ? mississippi
[hook]
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