Video Lions Y Lambs de Big Krit 2024 Rap Lyrics

Big Krit - Lions Y Lambs Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
When you go outside...

Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
When you go outside (keep quiet)

[Verse 1:]
Grace is low I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fix and any broken times
I let my ankle feed my hunger pain
Plotting with my brother from another mother about running thangs
Another rhyme table mission
Cause right mayne paying off it ain't no food in the kitchen
So I'm a get thee peed with that L or that smell
That make those smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brell?
Politicking bout a move or two
So we can put em for the city like they youla do
And all them hore that didn't call me boo
Or read they backs when they see that wrong cruising through
Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures
Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers
Watching for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jive and to get by with this pistol in my draws

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Now who that picking in my window?
Music on crescendo, live into the sounds of the indo
Playing King Kong on Nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas giving up they kinfolk
Grandmammas mamas and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing the junky's hubors
I tell the story how it lead
Don't bring no dirt in mind
Don't speak on what you see
Always call before you gone
You get jammed you don't know me
Lead that Y at the door
Wash your hand before you eat
Don't play the game if it ain't keeps
Be ready for the vittles better practice what you preach
You ain't the stand-up type that find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Them tattletales tell the tails of cars and clothes
The playa than pose for cameras and shine the hoes
Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club
With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs
And people get kisses and hugs then niggas with plugs
Minus the slang, not talking bout tubs
Talking bout base you thinking bout submarine maybe
The weather hoes in yo boat
The people that tell me people you know
The people that hurt, the people you owe, time
Na Daddy ain't around to hold them down, nah
For the Benz with broads and rims instead of breaking
Even with odds and ends you doing 5 to 10
On the late night, for swimming in pools with grape whites
You smell that dirty money, don't last 'tween to London
Or Paris, life is more than carrot and fuck costs
On the low that tic toc is worth mo'

[Chorus]

By Diegão