Big K.R.I.T. - Return Of 4eva lyrics

What a difference a day makes [Hook:] It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) Pimp tight (pimp tight) world wide It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) Outer space (Outer Space) Enterprise It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) Live (live) from the (live) from the underground It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) I'm talking once upon a (once upon a) time in the south [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T] It's the young K-R I-T Mackin' hoes like n***as 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, by my notes, playa made, Replenishing these b**hes with pimpin' like Gatorade Tailor made, super tight, Mr. B Lookin' for a diva to wide receiver a D Touch down, outta sight, let it go Comin' out hard [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sant] Well, it's Big Sant b**h And I'm a mob type figure Comin' down on you hoes and you p**y a** n***as 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, p**y pink Yeah, you can do with that; think I'm lyin' Baby cho's on my poes, hoe I'm polished just to shine Add the blue blockers and gators and even Stevie could see So look at me, motherf**er, look at me [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sant] Man I'm coming out harder than you could ever imagine Paper stackin', breaking mics, livin' the fastest (yeah) I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller Pimpin' so strong ain't sh** 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, n***a, next level See me on top of the food chain, no pressure [Verse 4: Big K.R.I.T.] Now hold up, hold on Get with it b**h 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 pace and the treble of a mother f**ing rebel [Hook] Sounds easy, doesn't it?