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Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
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Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Композитор
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Композитор
Larry L Jacks
Larry L Jacks
Композитор
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Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Продюсер
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Продюсер
Micah Wyatt
Micah Wyatt
Инженер
Darhyl "DJ" Camper
Darhyl "DJ" Camper
Продюсер

Слова

(Yeah) Yeah (Welcome to the count) Hold up It ain't easy breaking away or being a great They slamming a door, I'm jumping a gate 'Cause a starving stomach like being punched in a face And an instrumental with a layer time that I ate Full from all of the base My ace boon goon big son told me about the game 20 years later, mother-fuckers know my name King, crown me, lounging in the back of the spot Pay homage to a underground peers and climb to the top Funny style niggas on elevators could never fade us I peep they the same anytime they congratulate us Goggles is worn and bottles is popping I'm beyond standing on haters, this ice bucket dropping Over they head with it, into the crib with it You either fight or flight, I ain't one for the last living I do it for the ones that died by fed niggas Where soul food flowed and stocked my bare kitchen I'm liberated I drew a play that they ain't illustrated I make a move, they gladly imitate it Bitch I ain't flattered, I'm a dragon to your favorite castle The alpha and omega, promise it ain't nothing after A new beginning My catalog like James L. Jones, the ever-living Imagine if I did make beats, that's more for killing Imagine if you come from the side, by my city You probably wouldn't make it Oh yeah, yeah, really I go extra to be great I go extra for the fam I got extra for the, cake I got extras on the plate I go extra everyday I got extras on the, way (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra Ain't no mileage or foreign dollars configure the road I traveled Don't gravel, that probably baffle a nigga Neighbors scribble on paper, they wanna shackle a nigga I own my masters in wards, cause you can't raffle a nigga Wrist drip like a mango Fingertips like I'm Thanos Knocking doors down, no bangles Pimp, without a cane go Tailor-made, walk with a limp Them bands is heavy, I need a brace I am money, I guess the world is just a safe Combination needed, not a code or key I'm the extra lighter on the dresser, bitch I know you need it Smoking out the competition Pouring up, we undefeated Fuck what you heard, what you heard Less you heard we eating Talking 'bout, extra with a splash Extra acting bad Pull up like parades on they ass Extra with a slab Pay what it cost for the tab Extra with the bag Young K.R.I.T the king Better add extra under that, whoa I go extra to be great I go extra for the fam I got extra for the, cake I got extras on the plate I go extra everyday I got extras on the, way (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra (How much?) Extra, extra (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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