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At The Kappa Lyrics - Artist : Big K.R.I.T.
Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa
Word to Slim Thug on four swangas and adapters Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters Balling in the mix from here and thereafter Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder Got glass on the dash I just hope it don't shatter into pieces Diamond in the gold in the teeths Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious With that player shit when I play The bass might knock the bumper off any day Keep the drank in tray, put the Big by the K Don't be fronting on my name, you can't live where I stay You don't pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet You prolly thinking Lakers, I was talking bout steak It's marble on the plate, crustaceans on the way Got tired of catching shrimp, so I mixed up the bait I mixed up the batter, then I baked up the cake I chopped up the slices then scraped off the flake I'm sorry for the mix-up, man, scraped off the fake It ain't enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase Creeping like a slug in a slab on a slope But if I do the dash I can keep up with the boats The Wraiths, the Rarries, the Lex and the Ghost If you ain't riding foreign this some shit you can't decode I hate to be high sadity, but I gotta be it Getting green, best show on earth, I gotta see it That shit was super drastic, we reachin' in the dashes Throw away the throwaway, we recycling the plastic Pay my own way, buy whatever I imagine The only time a nigga carry me is in a casket Straight off the porch, poke my chest out for real Fell out the womb prolly showing my grill Sipped on the syrup before I started coughin' Prolly hit the southside before I started walking Knew about eat eat before I started talking Balling up my fist trying to keep these haters off me Crucifix charm the only thing that could cross me Lauryn Hill flow, had to kill these track softly Acrobatic trunk, let it flip and let it thump From the bass out the jump that's that Dominique Dawes Run away with it Usain with the dash Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash I'm itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash Barre Baby in the deck had a nigga acting bad In my crooked plates all the way to beltway The way I do it H-Town, you think a nigga stayed All the way to Dallas, the 15s you feel it Jamming Big Tuck, talking southside the realest I was born with the gumpshun, you wouldn't know where to get it Turn anger into green, you can call me Bill Bixby Hulk with the grind and the hustle's incredible Order the expensive bottle even if it's terrible Deadstock J's I'm wearin', they ain't even wearable The rhyme show the time and the chime like a parable Practice what I preach, grab the bib for a freak Let her gobble on my meat till I bust in her cheek Then it's back on the creep for the fetty and the gwalla Groundhog Day, do it all over tomorrow Might catch a plane and get fly for no reason Cuz some shit you just can't sprinkle for the season Some shit you just can't, you just can't Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank Tae Bo flow, kick that shit like Billy Blanks Just have the lint brush if I ever wear the mink Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters Balling in the mix from here and thereafter Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters Balling in the mix from here and thereafter |
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