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Now And Then Lyrics by Big KRIT

(Ft. Slim Thug)

[Intro]
Yo
That hatin’ shit is contagious, pimpin’
Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either
Niggas out here talkin’ down
Niggas 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 niggas

[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 shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Try not to flatter yourself
I see through niggas like glass
Why the fuckd 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 fuck with me
She bob on top, but a nigga like you, she just cant fuck for free
Well on the late night, Im a great white in a shark tank
Your heart pump Kool-Aid on these groupie hoes, my heart cant
Your boat sank so long ago
Your crew been jumped off, my shit sell cause I stay afloat
I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more
Motherfuck your life, fish
Yall niggas act like I aint float before
Hold that thought, hold my coat, nigga cause

[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 shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I cant hear you, haters
I cant see you fakers
Youre in my rearview and the bass got it shakin
Always talkin down, lets talk about what you makin
And what records you breakin to have this conversation
Where you live, what you drive, whats in your bank account?
Your jive-ass 9-5 aint matchin my amount
I count my cars, count my broads
If you could count youd know Im living large
Menage with two TV stars
You dream about everything thats 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 youll get your card

[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 shit up with my trunk
If you really think I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

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Big KRIT Lyrics Boobie Miles

Big KRIT Boobie Miles Lyrics

[Hook]
Get money, don’t be no lame
Bench warmers never ride foreign, so play the game
Never drop the ball, never accept a loss, get back up if you fall
And when your numbers called, you better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nothing for free so get your ass up
My partner said if we don’t speed then they might pass us
So we hit 85, tryna keep this dream alive
All I see is green, I think these screens is f-cking with my sight
Now days hoes claiming that they crushin
Bop a darling in my bucket til their heads catch concussions
But please don’t push my buttons, I don’t know you like that
Can’t do no favors for these haters, I don’t owe you like that
Well I guess it’s the allure like when you need to score
One second on the clock and the shots all yours
Hit or miss, we take the risk
Cuz anything is better than viennas and warm grits
Trading bust it babies for fly divas that buck
Her only concern is if my car match her clutch
Yeah she’s a gold digger but that p-ssy good
So what the f-ck, don’t be late for this players ball
Hurry up and,

[Hook]
Get money, don’t be no lame
Bench warmers never ride foreign, so play the game
Never drop the ball, never accept a loss, get back up if you fall
And when your numbers called, you better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins

[Verse 2]
They told me life is what you make it
So what you been creating on your free time?
I’ll lend you bars if you need rhyme, or reason
Some people change, it’s a part of life, like seasons
Just be aware that everybody ain’t your friend
They’ll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don’t go in
Or your ACL torn and you’re a couple yards short
From a Super Bowl Championship and it was down 4
Gotta play the field, be willing to ride, willing to die
For what you desire, call your pop fly, but never collide
With other players that play the game
Don’t be eager to run with crowds, stay in your lane
Pass the knowledge on to your team, but carry the flame
Cuz its yours and yours alone to brighten your way
Put God first and free your soul
Cuz even Olympic runners sometimes lose their gold
So,

[Hook]
Get money, don’t be no lame
Bench warmers never ride foreign, so play the game
Never drop the ball, never accept a loss, get back up if you fall
And when your numbers called, you better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins

Big KRIT Boobie Miles Lyrics