Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Big Sant Album: K.R.I.T. Wuz Here Song: Return of 4Eva Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org "What a difference a day makes" [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] It's the Return of 4Eva hoe (hoe, hoe) Pimp, pimp tight, pimp tight worldwide It's the Return of 4Eva hoe (hoe, hoe) Outer, outer space, outer space enterprise It's the Return of 4Eva hoe (hoe, hoe) Live, live from the, live from the underground It's the Return of 4Eva hoe (hoe, hoe) I'm talk-, I'm talking once upon a, once upon a time in the south [Big K.R.I.T.] Now it's the young K-R-I-T Macking hoes like niggas with perms and gold teeth Candy paint, Caddy doors, how I 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 flo', by my notes, player made Replenishing these bitches with pimping like Gatorade Tailor made, Super Tight, Mr. B looking for a diva to wide receiver a dick Touch down, out of sight, let it go Coming out haaaard! [Chorus] [Big Sant] Well it's Big Sant bitch and I'm mob-type figure Coming 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 do with that? Think I'm lying Baby chose on my pose, hoe I'm polished just to shine Add the BluBlockers and gators and even Stevie could see So look at me motherfucker, look at me [Chorus] [Big Sant] Man I'm coming out harder than you could ever imagine Paper stacking, breaking mics, living the fastest (yeah!) I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller Pimping so strong, ain't shit that I can't tell her You ain't on my radar hoe, I can't smell ya Can't see ya, don't know ya partner, so you ain't special See we alumni nigga, next level See me on top of the food chain, no pressure [Big K.R.I.T.] 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 motherfucking rebel [Chorus] "Sounds easy, doesn't it? It ain't"