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BIG K.R.I.T. FT. SLIM THUG : Now And Then lyrics

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BIG K.R.I.T. FT. SLIM THUG lyrics : "Now And Then"

[Intro: Big K.R.I.T.]
That hatin' %#@! is contagious, pimpin'

Ain't really no vaccine for that %#@! either
^!$$%s out here talkin' down
^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s.

[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 %#@! up with my trunk

If you really think I'm listenin' to that hate
Take that %#@! up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass

Take that %#@! up with my trunk

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]

Try not to flatter yourself
I see through ^!$$%s like glass
Why the $#&@'d you shatter yourself?

On a mission for scrilla
Chinchilla coats for the winter
I buy a crib with the pillars

And sit that hoe in the villa
Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak, that $#&@ with me
She bob on top, but a ^!$$% like you, she just can't $#&@ 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 %#@! sell 'cause I stay afloat
I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more
Mother$#&@ your life, fish

Y'all ^!$$%s act like I ain't float before
Hold that thought, hold my coat, ^!$$% 'cause?


[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 and one day you'll get your card


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