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BIG KRIT FEAT BIG SANT : How You Luv That lyrics

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BIG KRIT FEAT BIG SANT lyrics : "How You Luv That"



I got the hook up (*##$,
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip.

King Tut my wrist.
I got the hook up (*##$,
What you know 'bout this?

I put on my clique,
Hoes on my dick,
How you love that? [x6]

I got the hook up (*##$,
What you know 'bout this?

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

$#&@ what you heard, ho,
They know bout the Krizzle,
The Chevy on Four Pirellis with the pole in the middle,

I break a ho if she brittle, pimpin' hot off the griddle,
Cluckin' bustas freakin' and $#&@in' for nothing so how you figure
I was tricking off? Candy paint my Caddy frame don't be ashamed to lick it off

Help with some game, you a dame and you can't pick it off
Off the chain (Hoo!)
I can't sic it off, time and time again I try and tell them let me kick it off

And bang on it, I put these lames on it
It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it
Make that kinda track and put a train on it

I'mma phone, purple rain on it
Fresh up 'bout the cleanest, 'bout the meanest, not a stain on it
Rain on it

Put some chains on it
Bet the game on it
I whop a beat to the frequency of a (*##$ that came on it

Keep it rain on it
To chill get hanged on the flow,
I leave a (*##$ fiending for some more


[Verse 2: Big SANT]

Yeah, B-izza

G SANT, biatch
Young trill ^!$$%, ho you know just what I be by
Time to take off them T tops,

We on that, like banners
Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper
This that %#@! that they should capture,

On film, lights camera action, life
(*##$ my pimp in 1080p, without a satellite
Why ^!$$%s ain't acting right, talkin' 'bout who run the South

They know it's us
They sick and ain't no Robituss to help 'em out
I been official

Big dawg in the yard
Voted most likely to murder every verse that I start
So as soon as I part

And I hop on that ride
Better leave with your (*##$
Before I'm off in her mouth

Cuz I'mma big timer rhymer
No co-signers around for you
If I ain't make that clear let me break it down for ya

They lame (yeah)
We not (yeah)
See us (yeah)

On Top (yeah)
Alumni forever (*##$
They know...


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