Return of 4Eva - Big K.R.I.T., Big Sant

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Pimp tight world wide

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Outer Space Enterprise

It’s the return of 4eva ho

.Live from the live from the underground

It’s the return of 4eva ho

I’m talking once upon a time in the south

It’s the young K-R I-T

Mackin' hoes like niggas with perms and gold teeth

Candy paint, Caddie doors, high feel

Gator toe fetish with diamonds against the wheel

Like a pimp, never slack, never fold

Shake 'em up, break 'em, and slam 'em like dominoes

On the floor, vamonos, playa made

Replenishing these bitches with pimpin' like Gatorade

Tailor-made, super tight, Mr. B

Lookin' for a diva a to wide receiver a D

Touch down, outta sight, let it go

Comin' out hard

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Pimp tight world wide

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Outer Space Enterprise

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Li… Live from the live from the underground

It’s the return of 4eva ho

I’m talking once upon a time in the south

Well, it’s Big Sant bitch and I’m a mob type figure

Comin' down on you hoes and you pussy ass niggas

Forever international, sipping sake with my Asian gal

My address is the winner’s circle, you can hate me now

Hotter than my leather in the summer with the windows up

The word legend never get said 'less you mention us

My speech is mink, I want it all plus the kitchen sink

The whip white, time right, money green, pussy pink

Yeah.

You can Google that.

Think I’m lyin'

Baby cho’s on my hoes, hoes polished just to shine

Add the blue blockers and gators and even Stevie could see

So look at me, motherfucker, look at me

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Pimp tight world wide

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Outer Space Enterprise

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Li… Live from the live from the underground

It’s the return of 4eva ho

I’m talking once upon a time in the south

Man I’m coming out harder than you could ever imagine

Paper stackin', breaking mics, livin' the fastest

I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller

Pimpin' so strong ain’t shit that I can’t tell her

You ain’t even on my radar ho, I can’t smell ya

Can’t see ya, don’t know ya, partna, so you ain’t special

See we alumni, nigga, next level

See me on top of the food chain, no pressure

Now hold up, hold on, get with it bitch

Throw money like hot potatoes, can’t wait to get rid of this

Emphasizing my emphasis, don’t sleep on my lyricism

Glow like the moon and stars, shine like a billion prisms

See the vision clear as day, Randy Savage with my mouthpiece

Life coach, quite hard, lost hope, outreach

Plenty done it but none can measure to the bass and the treble

Of a mother fucking rebel

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Pimp tight world wide

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Outer Space Enterprise

It’s the return of 4eva ho

Li… Live from the live from the underground

It’s the return of 4eva ho

I’m talking once upon a time in the south

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?