Big K.R.I.T., C~Roc - Notordia lyrics

I ain't the one to play with
Round here in my city
I'm on my grind I gots to
Shine blink once you'll miss me
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I ain't the one to play with
Round here in my city (in my city)
I'm on my grind I gots to
Shine blink once you'll miss me
(and you'll miss me)
I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own
(in my town)
I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own

On my grind gotta shine with
My folk getting paid
Twist it up hit the strip get clean a fade
A1's on my feet, white tees clean to press
I got in my blood you can tell how I dress
K-rizzle Itizzle be the 'ssippi representer
I was raised to get dough in the crush
All contenders
Talk shit get slapped in your mouth
I'm as dirty as it gets
Born and bread in the south
Throwback throwback
Draw attention to some trims
I ain't never played ball
But I'm still above rims
So fresh, I guess I choose this time
Georgia Peaches no less than a dime
I provide 'em with dreams all in one evening
Bad yellow bones, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Holla at a playa if you see me on the streets
With some screens in my trunk
And a handful of freaks

I ain't the one to play with
Round here in my city (in my city)
I'm on my grind I gots to
Shine blink once you'll miss me
(and you'll miss me)
I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own
(in my town)
I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own

1-0-5, we live I'm still struggling
Watch these niggas endure the
I'm still juggling
Mean muggin', steady bussin'
Whatever drama call smoke a log or kill and
Kill and swallow alcohol
Look at naked broads, titties shaking
Pussy pop mouth like she can suck a dick
Get so wet she drip drop
I'm strictly business
Is these niggas kidding?
Woofing like you bad
Getting to big for them bridges
Got a big ball lil sissy here won't fight
We here
We set it off and blow like tail pipes
Run up in your trap and snatch your whole
These niggas real soft
Thew sweet like honey buns
Give it to 'em anyway, don't play in the A
You can get ya ass whooped from
The words that you say
Cop hammers in there lining
Everywhere that I go
You forever wearin' Pampers, stick your
Hands in my dough, whoa

I ain't the one to play with
Round here in my city (in my city)
I'm on my grind I gots to
Shine blink once you'll miss me
(and you'll miss me)
I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own
(in my town)
I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own

Okay, I'm a G or whatever you want to call it
I make to rapping and that means I'm ballin'
I find time to grind, don't find dimes
That only want me for paper
But paper is all mine
Never, confuse me with that dude that trick
But the one behind V-IP doors with thick hoes
My main agenda in this game
To get them dollars throw away the Big dawg
And bring back Impallas
The old school drop top shit
White cut, diamond cut, neon light kit
I'm just a man, the extraordinaire
Tryna be the next dude
Sellin' out Madsion Square
Yeah, I encore and after that, that's it
After millions and millions come
Back to the 'sip
Posted on that same country corner I been on
If it wasn't for them hater been on