Big K.R.I.T., A$AP Ferg - Lac Lac lyrics

'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the diamond
In the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky-icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind this could be the
Day you don't know the road
I could show the way

Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors
Pull up with your ho on the low low
In my ride, super clean if you didn't know
Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow


Move, smooth, gotta get to it
Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah
I got a big backseat for a super freak
Tell them mothafuckas it's goin' down
Back road, a shortcut the lane
Fuck the law, they can't stop the bang
Cut the double cup of purple rain
Tell them fuck critics I'll never change
Young KR, IT my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the 44
Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day
So I chill, for the bills
Diamonds against the wheel
Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-it's
Peep how I live goin' in for the kill
Champagne poppin' daily
No petty numbers, shipes
Fuck 'em, just tell 'em "pay me" fosho
Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time
Ride clean, like a billion suns
They can't stop my shine
Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond
That king shit, I be on
Tell a bitch nigga to be gone cause my

'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the diamond
In the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky-icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind this could be the
Day you don't know the road
I could show the way

I'm walkin' up into the party
And feelin' and killin' the party
A couple of women are
Chillin' and sippin' Bacardi
She walk me up into the hallway
I started on kissin' the shawty
And feelin' so good, thug
Bitch from the hood, but really though
Might get some ass tonight, hit it
Like a real man should, i'ma kill it though
Make a right, open that 'frigerator
Crack that 40 ounce
Head into your momma room so I
Can hear that naughty sound
Don't play around your parents ain't around
And plus your room is packed
I'ma hit it from the front, I'ma hit it
From the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat
Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches
Gettin' dirty with all of my niggas
Feelin' woozy but I'm pourin' more liquor
But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger
I'm celebratin' cause we shouldn't be here
Hella faded cause the Hennessy near
Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP
The vision so clear
I can see you haters from here
I can spot you out of my chair
My throne, you won't come near
The microphone is on fire
The booth is Roman, I'm sire
I'm king of this shit, i'm no liar
I'm droppin' careys, Mariah
Got the grip on the game like I'm pliers

'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the diamond
In the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky-icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind this could be the
Day you don't know the road
I could show the way

Niggas talk that big shit nowadays
But they muscles ain't strong enough
Niggas claim they change the game
Catalogs ain't long enough
Slow motion, I'm still posted
In the cut, been waitin' my turn
Fell off cause you wasn't yourself
Oh well, nigga live and you learn
Money don't concern me, I was too determined
Fuck what you heard, I feed my fam
I put on for mine, I let my brother shine
And I be comin' down like goddamn
We made it, that check on me, my nigga
For what it's worth, I don't go to work
So this verse ain't free, my nigga
This work ain't free, my nigga
Yeah it's above average cause
They're raisin' taxes
Dropped twelve albums, that's a grand apiece
And plus I made the beats
You do the mathematics
No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern
One of the coldest niggas that's in the game
And I've only been on one major cover
Like damn
Either they don't know, they don't show
Or they don't care what happens in the South
Or either I'm too smart, or they too dumb
To know what the fuck I'm
Talkin' 'bout when I say

'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac, 'Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the diamond
In the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky-icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind
(Open your mind, open your open your mind)
Open your mind this could be the
Day you don't know the road
I could show the way

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