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Revenge Of The Cool (Clean) - Big K.R.I.T./Smoke DZA/Girl Talk
Big K.R.I.T.：
And I'm all up in your s**t nowadays
That's what them haters get

Uh
Yeah yeah
When you puttin' up with them lows
Them haters all at your door
Talkin' "Where you been bro
Why you don't come 'round no more"
S**t 'cause money on my mind
If I go broke then I'm f**ked
If the world was four flat tires
Y'all n***as'd leave me stuck
And the main one claiming money ain't a thing owe me bucks
Always talking 'bout he pimpin' when his old lady tryna f**k
I got news for you
I ain't the one for hoopin' and hollerin'
You ain't extendin' my commas
We ain't got nothin' in common
I'm sayin' you seen 'em in the club
First to grab on the bottle
Ain't dropped a dime in the VIP
Going live with this s**t
Always lyin' talkin' down like they supply for the clique
But everybody looking 'round like
"Who the f**k them n***as is"
"Who the f**k let them n***as in"
'Cause we some players and we know the difference
I'm never lettin' up on these lames keep 'em in they feelings
'Cause while they scopin' on my wallet and droolin' over hookah
Man I was plottin' up a million some s**t they can't be doing
Man I was all off in your crib eatin' out your fridge
Feet up on your couch f**kin' with your b***h
That's what you haters get
Man I was sippin' on your drank smokin' on your s**t
Pressin' on your buttons ridin' in your whip
Smoke DZA：
She for the city though
For the city
While your silly a*s was puttin' on your s**tty show
She was all up in my videos
She came to Death Row
Faded off the petrol
Kind of hard to wrestle her off she mastered Greco
Neck stroke is the death stroke
Cartier specs like I'm Esco'
Keep s**ttin' on them no matter the amount of pep though
All about the Creflo
Dollars
Let's go take a look at the escrow
Bets go down
Might triple up next go 'round
I hit them packs if them checks slow down
Slow down DZA you're killin' 'em yet profound
Can't slip you gotta check those clowns
I'm like "What a disgrace"
I put 'em all in they place like Section 8
The hate be hereditary a family trait
Revenge of the cool guys I done ran up the rate
Park you n***a cancel your fate