Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Sookie Now

Ahh sookie sookie now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ahh sookie sookie now (ay ay ay ay)

Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now

Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now

Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now

Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now

Ahh sookie sookie now

In my crooked now

I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now

Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down

Country boy making noise world lookie now

Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make

On time with these dope breads, my money never late

Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate

I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate

Money over everything, what'chu know about it?

Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it

Playa you should never doubt it

Talking live from the underground

It's forever going down

This that diamond in the back flow

Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo'

Hoe, they used to jump traduce the past goal

Nah, I'm the one you niggas ask foe

I'm talking dirty gutta sides

Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth

Old school cars, dows on the slam

Big country gurls, ass like damn (DAMN)

I'm on it now, I been a king

Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream (get it shawty)

Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens

Poppin my collar feeling clean

Ahh

Twist yo fingers if ya in it throw yo hands up

Twist yo fingers make a end it throw yo hands up

If you from the south and you proud nigga goin say it loud

If you a working class nigga or got subs in yo mouth

From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask

And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags

Still flying bitch you lying, if you say we ain't hanging

From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi

Any... now I'm a talk about hoes

A nigga almost got killed in front his semi-body froze

When Al Johnson, Andre Jones and my folks in these jail cells

They call it suicide, cause it's just another black male

Damn!

Ah sookie sookie now