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Big K.R.I.T.
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So it don't really matter how much money I do gain over life It's just, if I owe my homies and my partners back in the day I gotta give back man, believe that though Yeah, believe that there I bought a bag of hot fries, hotdog and a drink I put the rest off in the tank I owe you 30 dollars I had to pay you that What kind of friend would I be? If I ain't pay you back I bought a 40 and a magazine Of all the cars, hoes, clothes That I never seen I owe you 30 dollars I had to pay you that What kind of friend would I be? If I ain't pay you back Multi sweats with the multi tee Before I had the multi clothes you could multi me Multi million dolllar dreams rolled in dirt Colt 45 still reserved, irk and jerk Cop a fifth for the 599 Little Caesers 'hot and ready' That's gon' hold us down I had a scheme to get rich And I'mma show you how I can't pay no bills I know shit is real But thank you for the couch And that chick that came through I thought I loved her I'm glad you saw my checks And shot a young player rubbers Winter time cold bought a young player covers Eviction notice on the door I'm sorry for the trouble I ain't have no job But the beats was a thing to our soul And that bass filled the space When the heater was broke And all those hamburger helper meals That sat on the stove Almost made a nigga sick 'cause the mixture was old Its funny how that funny style shit never changes Humbling, niggas ain't come up how we came up So now the steak medium plus Medium well, way too tough Worst cut, it ain't medium much Plate 4 hundred degrees, hot boy to the touch Sweet potato casserole, nigga, fuck with the crust I'mma shoot the shot if need be, I live for the clutch Stopped sipping drank, it had us on lean like a crutch Nowadays it's a stand up game No sitting room in my vault, I got stand up change Wine tasting with vegans talkin' Stocks in the villa route The only time I tell a chick to taste it and spit it out Long way from the boxes of wine Roasting Louis 13 under candle for shine Copping shit they'll never stock Shoes they'll never drop My music got way too much bounce It'll never flop They some lames in a bubble They'll never pop Puppets on a string Shuck and jive call them fraggle rocks But we cut from a different cloth Moavant Safari, my nigga that's a different cost See the smoke, garlic, aeoli, that's a different sauce Invisible set with the grill, that's a different floss Making toast for the blessings, I'm a different boss Losing friends over bread, that's a different loss So just in case I never told you before Let me pay back what I owe So just in case I never told you before Let me pay back what I owe I bought a bag of hot fries, hotdog and a drink I put the rest off in the tank I owe you 30 dollars I had to pay you that What kind of friend would I be? If I ain't pay you back I bought a 40 and a magazine Of all the cars, hoes, clothes That I never seen I owe you 30 dollars I had to pay you that What kind of friend would I be? If I ain't pay you back
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