Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lions & Lambs, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lions & Lambs |
| Time never wait for no man |
| Peep it slow hand |
| Lions is all, we really no lambs |
| Get money split it up with my brohams. |
| When you go outside don’t let the door slam |
| Don’t let the door slam x3 |
| When you go outside |
| Gracious lord I say a prayer for all of mine |
| Searching for a fixin in these broken times |
| I let my anger feed my hunger pain |
| Plotting With my brother from another mother about running things |
| Another rhyme table mission |
| cause rap aint paying off and ain’t no food in the kitchen |
| So I am gonna get these p’s with the elle with the smell that make the smokers |
| go crazy Can you feel me like braille |
| politikn about a move or two |
| so we can put on for the city like they used to do |
| And all them hos that didn’t call me boo |
| or break their backs when they see the … im cruising through |
| cause they respect it when your clockin major figures |
| throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers |
| watching for the laws with the judges on call |
| shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers |
| Now who is that peeking in my window |
| music on crescendo |
| vibing to the sounds of the endo |
| playing king kong nintendo |
| i cant trust a soul niggas givin up their kin for |
| grandmammas mamma and baby mothers |
| Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers |
| Get scared find themselves undercover |
| You knew the consequences of pushing them junkies hubbas |
| I tell the story how it be |
| Don’t bring no dirt in mine |
| Don’t speak on what you see |
| Always call before you come |
| You get jammed you don’t know me |
| Leave that wire at the door |
| Wash your hands before you eat |
| Don’t play the game if it ain’t keeps |
| Be ready for the finals |
| better practice what you preach |
| You aint the stand up type then find a seat |
| your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak |
| Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes |
| of playa that holds for cameras and shine for hoes |
| gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club |
| with drinks that dirty and shots that dubs |
| and people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs |
| minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs |
| talking about bass, you thinking bout sub |
| marine maybe |
| they other other hoes in your boat |
| the people that tell be people you know |
| the people that hurt be people you owe |
| Time, now daddy aint around to hold them down now |
| for the benz with drawers and rims |
| instead of breaking even with odds and ends |
| you doing 5 to 10 on the late night |
| for swimming in pools with great whites |
| they smell that dirty money |
| no last train to london, or paris |
| life is more then karats and fur coats |
| on the low that tick tock is worth more |