Big K.R.I.T. - Chandelier Ceiling lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Chandelier Ceiling lyrics

[Hook] Candy coated bendin' corners fif-fifth [6x] Made a k**in off of, off of grills and chandelier ceiling[2x] [Verse 1] Now let me roll my sleeve up While you get your g's up I'm a boss I cut you off if I think you a skeamer Had to get my team up And had to get my cream up Plus the Wu had told you that cash rule everything huh And for them Kathrina now we don't wait for fema We get back up on our feet and slab a candy beama I can be no dreamer and plus my girl a diva Keep her happy and that nappy wet as aquafina I'm start ya from the cleaners and plus I'm gripping real wood We repped that before pimp died and I feel like we still should Show em how the grill look them swangers on the wheel should Get the chips then purchase whips ,because it make me feel good I be like.. [Hook] [Verse 2] I got some good advice for ya if they get a mic for ya Make it for these boys who drop the syrup in the sprite soda Screwed up Southern type flow-ers Say that he a dice roller Just be careful this ain't something you Should bet your life over Hope the lizard geico ya Cuz u better be insured You gonna come to Texas with that then You better be for sure You should hit that kitty pur No this Jag is not for her You can even see the piece Thats right my chest look like a blur Let these critics chopped in Got my weapon co*ked in It's not even in the spot I'm supposed to have it locked in Caddy that im dropping make you erase your top 10 Thats it if we talking cars or broads Whatever, I got options I'm in my.... [Hook] [Verse 3] Wanna be a baller Shot caller 20 inch blades on a Impala That's how we ride Soutside we roll on choppers Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser 25 lighters on my dresser Southside South side man Talkin bout diamonds in your face Now what the hell you meaning trick? Texas too legit Plus I got my hammer case a jacker Wanna trip Leaning on a switch Seated on the stitch Hit that waffle house you completed with the grits Yella think she slick Got a be that magnum Horses under the hood or maybe on the range like Jazzy an them Snitches just be tadelin Mad because we slabbin em When you super cold it ain't nothing you Can add to them I be rolling... [Hook-till fadeout]

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