Big K.R.I.T. - 1986 lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - 1986 lyrics

[Hook] Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back b**h Big money, subwoofer, Randy Savage It was 1986, yeah I'm back b**h MC 24 crawling through the traffic It was 1986, yeah I'm back b**h Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it It was 1986, coldest year ever Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better [Verse 1] Digi my dash, this for the playas That got them some golds and copped them some gators Fresh than a motherf**er I knew what it took The thing that I'm giving you couldn't get out a book Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending your ride And if you f**, wear a rubber cause they burning inside If it don't pay whatcha asking then you wasting your time If you can't get you no old school don't go f**ing with mine [Hook] [Verse 2] Watching for jackers, scoping for law They go to hating when I'm basing cause I swang and I crawl Scraping the wall, rubbing the curb A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and stirred I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the dollar On the hunt for a freak, down to f** if she swallow I be popping my collar til I'm dead in a tomb Hell, I been popping my collar since I fell out the womb [Hook] [Bridge] It feels good to have it Knowing that I did what I could It feels good to have it I put the leather on top of the wood It feels good to have it I rode chrome all around my streets It feels good to have it To see it, to need it, to grab it Feels good to have it [Hook]

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