Big K.R.I.T. - Made Alot lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Made Alot lyrics

[Hook: Samples from 8Ball & MJG's "On Top Of The World"] Made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate man [Verse 1: Big KRIT] Ay what f** it then Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint Bubbling up again on my hood Gotta get it while the gettin good Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood If you could you should slam doors on hoes I 5th wheel my trunk while white-wallin my vogues I tight walk on these foes just to flex Ain't no sense in stepping out if I can't never look my best Damn, don't stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll Ain't no place I can't go, never trick on no stank hoe It was like that back when I was in my mama's stomach A player slid up out the womb and hit the ground running Never stumbling always gunning like a popped glock Keep a hater boxed out So I could rebound and ball for the top spot All the same I'm a staple in the game Ain't never been no lame That's why I find it strange when I... [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sant] Uh Who the f** are you Texting me at 1: 46 in the evening Meant the morning, after midnight While I'm yawning, you were sleeping 4 door Chevy roll I'm out'cha creeping Slamming doors in Heavy things but I want some more with playa pose Roll up on hoes they say they knew me from high school Maybe community college, claim you wanna do some thangs But I can do without it, my mama name "Such and such" And we gonna be like baby powder Baby I doubt it It's hard to swallow, you wanna lay up I want a dollar For the machine, I'm kinda thirsty A little parched, she wanna ride, no you cannot She say I'm mean I say just a hoes And dumb n***as, kinda like you, them Bs and doe's Reject request on Facebook, daily duckin lames All you know is my patna & 'em then my name, Plus you heard that I... [Hook] [Verse 3:] [Big Sant:] You probably see me in the street but n***a you don't know me Big Sant b**h motherf**ing OG From the Sip get a grip wanna visit take a trip Ain't a n***a dead or alive that can say that I done flipped I'm from the land of the g's, home of the slave Don't confuse me with no lame, cause that's just what I ain't Alumni forever put that on the n***a next to me, Started out writing rhymes ended up writing a legacy [Big K.R.I.T.:] They hollerin there he go again What's his name, where his folk? Call him Kurt, call him KRIT? f** that n***a I ain't sure, He got beats, heard him flow Like a couple years ago He alright, kinda tight Shawty like him on the low There he go, too much soul I wouldn't buy it out the store Plus I saw him in the club One who hollered at my hoe Just because he got some dough From a deal he think he I'll I bet that's how that motherf**a feel And on the real I think he changed...

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