Big K.R.I.T., Big Sant - Return of 4Eva lyrics

What a difference a day makes

It's the return of 4eva ho
Pimp tight world wide
It's the return of 4eva ho
Outer Space Enterprise
It's the return of 4eva ho
Live from the live from the underground
It's the return of 4eva ho
I'm talking once upon a time in the south

It's the young K-R I T
Mackin' hoes like niggas with
Perms and gold teeth
Candy paint, Caddie doors, high feel
Gator toe fetish with diamonds
Against the wheel
Like a pimp, never slack, never fold
Shake 'em up, break 'em
And slam 'em like dominoes
On the floor, vamonos, playa made
Replenishing these bitches with
Pimpin' like Gatorade
Tailor made, super tight, Mr b
Lookin' for a diva a to wide receiver a D
Touch down, outta sight, let it go
Comin' out hard

It's the return of 4eva ho
Pimp tight world wide
It's the return of 4eva ho
Outer Space Enterprise
It's the return of 4eva ho
Lilive from the live from the underground
It's the return of 4eva ho
I'm talking once upon a time in the south

Well, it's Big Sant bitch and
I'm a mob type figure
Comin' down on you hoes and
You pussy ass niggas forever international
Sipping sake with my Asian gal
My address is the winner's circle
You can hate me now
Hotter than my leather in the
Summer with the windows up
The word legend never get said
'less you mention us my speech is mink
I want it all plus the kitchen sink
The whip white, time right, money green
Pussy pink
Yeah you can Google that think I'm lyin'
Baby cho's on my hoes
Hoes polished just to shine
Add the blue blockers and gators
And even Stevie could see
So look at me, motherfucker, look at me

It's the return of 4eva ho
Pimp tight world wide
It's the return of 4eva ho
Outer Space Enterprise
It's the return of 4eva ho
Lilive from the live from the underground
It's the return of 4eva ho
I'm talking once upon a time in the south

Man I'm coming out harder than
You could ever imagine
Paper stackin', breaking mics
Livin' the fastest
I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller
Pimpin' so strong ain't shit that
I can't tell her
You ain't even on my radar ho
I can't smell ya
Can't see ya, don't know ya, partna
So you ain't special
See we alumni, nigga, next level
See me on top of the food chain, no pressure

Now hold up, hold on, get with it bitch
Throw money like hot potatoes
Can't wait to get rid of this
Emphasizing my emphasis
Don't sleep on my lyricism
Glow like the moon and stars
Shine like a billion prisms
See the vision clear as day
Randy Savage with my mouthpiece
Life coach, quite hard, lost hope, outreach
Plenty done it but none can measure
To the bass and the treble
Of a mother fucking rebel

It's the return of 4eva ho
Pimp tight world wide
It's the return of 4eva ho
Outer Space Enterprise
It's the return of 4eva ho
Lilive from the live from the underground
It's the return of 4eva ho
I'm talking once upon a time in the south

Sounds easy, doesn't it?