Lac Lac Lyrics - Singles - Big K.r.i.t.

Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac 

Slammin' the doors in the 

Pull up with hoes in the 

Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up 

Pourin' up 

Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up 

Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up 

Open your mind, open your mind 

Open your mind, open your mind 

This could be the day 

You don't know the road, I could show the way 

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Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors 

Pull up with your ho on the low low 

In my ride, super clean if you didn't know 

Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow 

Move, smooth, gotta get to it 

Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah 

I got a big backseat for a super freak 

Tell them mothafuckas it's goin' down 

Back road, a shortcut the lane 

Fuck the law, they can't stop the bang 

Cut the double cup of purple rain 

Tell them fuck critics I'll never change 

Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say 

Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44 

Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day 

So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel 

Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live 

Goin' in for the kill 

Champagne poppin' daily 

No petty numbers, shipes 

Fuck 'em, just tell 'em "pay me" fosho 

Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time 

Ride clean, like a billion suns, they can't stop my shine 

Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond 

That king shit, I be on, tell a bitch nigga to be gone 

Cause my 

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Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac 

Slammin' the doors in the 

Pull up with hoes in the 

Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up 

Pourin' up 

Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up 

Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up 

Open your mind, open your mind 

Open your mind, open your mind 

This could be the day 

You don't know the road, I could show the way 

I'm walkin' up into the party, and feelin' and killin' the party 

A couple of women are chillin' and sippin' Bacardi 

She walk me up into the hallway, I started on kissin' the shawty 

And feelin' so good, thug bitch from the hood, but really though 

Might get some ass tonight, hit it like a real man should, I'ma kill it though 

Make a right, open that 'frigerator, crack that 40 ounce 

Head into your momma room so I can hear that naughty sound, don't play around 

Your parents ain't around, and plus your room is packed 

I'ma hit it from the front, I'ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat 

Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches, gettin' dirty with all of my niggas 

Feelin' woozy but I'm pourin' more liquor 

But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger 

I'm celebratin' cause we shouldn't be here 

Hella faded cause the Hennessy near 

Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP, the vision so clear 

I can see you haters from here, I can spot you out of my chair 

My throne, you won't come near, the microphone is on fire 

The booth is Roman, I'm sire, I'm king of this shit, I'm no liar 

I'm droppin' careys, Mariah, got the grip on the game like I'm pliers 

Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac 

Slammin' the doors in the 

Pull up with hoes in the 

Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up 

Pourin' up 

Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up 

Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up 

Open your mind, open your mind 

Open your mind, open your mind 

This could be the day 

You don't know the road, I could show the way 

Niggas talk that big shit nowadays 

But they muscles ain't strong enough 

Niggas claim they change the game 

Catalogs ain't long enough 

Slow motion, I'm still posted 

In the cut, been waitin' my turn 

Fell off cause you wasn't yourself 

Oh well, nigga live and you learn 

Money don't concern me, I was too determined 

Fuck what you heard, I feed my fam 

I put on for mine, I let my brother shine 

And I be comin' down like goddamn 

We made it, that check on me, my nigga 

For what it's worth, I don't go to work 

So this verse ain't free, my nigga 

This work ain't free, my nigga 

Yeah it's above average cause they're raisin' taxes 

Dropped twelve albums, that's a grand apiece 

And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics 

No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern 

One of the coldest niggas that's in the game 

And I've only been on one major cover, like damn 

Either they don't know, they don't show 

Or they don't care what happens in the South 

Or either I'm too smart, or they too dumb 

To know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout when I say 

Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac 

Slammin' the doors in the 

Pull up with hoes in the 

Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up 

Pourin' up 

Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up 

Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up 

Open your mind, open your mind 

Open your mind, open your mind 

This could be the day 

You don't know the road, I could show the way