Gumpshun (Explicit)-Big K.R.I.T.

歌手 : Big K.R.I.T.

专辑 : Krit Wuz Here, Vol. 1+ (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:34

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TXT Gumpshun (Explicit)-Big K.R.I.T. 文本歌词

They know just who we are

Roll in fo' deep cars

Polo down country bound

Tight like Mason jars

My grandma used to say

Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumption

First off I'm the country of the countriest

Mississippi b***h what you know about this country

S**t

Hold on prolong I'm knowing what you thanking

Naw it ain't the chitterlings that got this s**t here

Stanking

Jumping bumping through the speakers sub booming

Shawty I've been stroking is what I've been doing

Everybody got something to say about how we get down

When we get round cause it's thirty eights on the

Crown Vic

So I use a ladder to get down with

Ay thick and for the picking's what I'm fine with

Her face ahh a*s astounding

She micro braided I pull it and pound it

That malt liquor keep a n***a grounded

On the porch with my kinfolk lounging

Up underneath the stars

They talk about my state but they know just who we are

Psychedelic excelling on Daytons and Vogues

Majestic I'm killing these h*es

Sprinkle game of the greenest the meanest of flows

Planting seeds in your mentals and leave it to grow

Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy

Evenly so buy me some gators and pull up the Caddy

Open my do' jump from my car round and clean up my

Palace

Throw on my robe run my bath water and fill up my

Chalice

Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream

If that p***y needs ramming I'm battering

Player way tailor made always in a gator state

'92 Bulls on a fool that's how players play

For the win like M J Straight away

Shook 'em off no time left f**k it fade away

Buzzer it's all over with

Champagne with lobster and shrimp pimp

Ay ay player play on I roller skate on

I was taught to give 'em something just to hate on

Like a Ford engine light I just stay on

Or to find a yellow belly I can take home

Or lay on cause it ain't nothing but a skill to

You either get her done barbecue or meal dude

Let the super fly inside you steer you

Because being lame's a disease it can kill you

So let me put you on these h*es

Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be Vogue

Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly glow

Chromed out bumper with the Cobain do's

That's suicide s**t if ain't know that

Need a lil' pimping Baby girl let me pour that

Sow that up with some dough on it

I was born with the gift of gab so m**********are throw

A bow on it