Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Just Touched Down

Let's get it pimp (let's get it shawty)

This for all my real players (yeah)

Sounds so soul but don't you agree? (ay what the beat this here?)

So what I want'chu to do

If you on your way and you bout to do it big

You can tell em shawty...

("I Just-just j-just-just j-just down")

I just touched down (touched down)

Aye what it is shawty (yeah)

I'm going places shawty

I just touched down (touched down)

Aye what it is shawty (yeah)

I'm going places shawty

I just touched down (touched down)

Aye what it is shawty (yeah)

I'm going places shawty

I just touched down

Just-just j-just-just j-just down

I just-just j-just-just j-just...

I just touched down in my city on chrome

Working wood wheel from a yella getting dome

Gators on my toes, love how I'm living

Aye tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin pimpin'

Gettin' mnoey working overtime Supernova shine

Only see a playa down and out ain't no cloning mine

I'm one of a kind cloth it tho, make em hit the flo'

See do what I like been doing this since 2005

This ain't overnight

Show ya right, super duper tight, showing bumpa grill

Poppin' trunk, roll it smoke it up, crackin hella seals

How it feel neva eva fuckin with my leva

They be trying but no one can do it better

I just got paid, working on a slab

When y'all was watching cartoons I was beating Shaft

Acting bad, swangin' lane to lane, drippin candy paint

Ain't no hole this side of the Mississippi but this my candy thang

Fly without a plane

Definit, throw it I don't care, police stop and stare

Toot it up triple boot it up, pop n lock it there

Drop it there, rock it there, I'm a motivator

Haters past keep walking if it ain't about paper

I'm trill, down like Ford Flex

Ties on the cut throat SS or a Cadillac

See they might of slither on the sun bout to sippin cane

Had my momma's womb breathing like it to this pimpin'

You dealing with a country fly certified country flow

In my crooked letter the Return of 4eva hoe

Super duper clean on the scene pop my collar back

Prada hella-fied when I'm round like selling power pats

K.R.I.T. P.I.M.P. owe you where my dollas at?

You ain't bout these bengies that I'm kicking ain't no holla back

Pimpin' is my child, strengthing out for miles

Streeting block approve on my whole perfessional

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