Just 4 You Lyrics – Big K.R.I.T. from “Digital Roses Don’t Die” album is the latest English song also produced by Big K.R.I.T.. Just 4 You Lyrics are written by Big K.R.I.T..
Just 4 You Song Details:
| Song: | Just 4 You |
| Album: | Digital Roses Don’t Die |
| Singer: | Big K.R.I.T. |
| Produced by: | Big K.R.I.T. |
| Lyrics: | Big K.R.I.T. |
Just 4 You Lyrics
Just for you
For you, I’d stop playin’ hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I’d give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I’d let you meet my mama [?], mama [?]
My mama-do
[Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, yeah?]
[?], I give up my Gators (What?)
Tailor made suits, different flavors (What?)
Got my Cadillac so, no more swingin’ in the road
Drive the speed limit, wavin’ at the neighbours (Hey-ah)
[?], I went and called my player partners
No more hollerin’ at [?]
If they boppin’, I can’t hang around (Hell nah)
We take a picture, IG it, Facebook it
I tweet it just to show [?]
For you, I’d stop playin’ hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I’d give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I’d let you meet my mama [?], mama [?]
My mama-do
[Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, yeah?]
[?], I get with my [?] freak (Freak!)
I stop in a cornеr, no more hangin’ in the streets (Streets!)
I give up my timе, [?] with the beats (Beats!)
I’m only for you, and only you I play for keys (Keys!)
You keep me on my toes, you know I’m on my bad behav’ (Hav’!)
I gave up all that playin’, just so we could do [?]
We can buy it all, you can shop, I get the pap’
I spend it all, spend it all
Just for you
For you, I’d stop playin’ hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I’d give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I’d let you meet my mama [?], mama [?]
My mama-do
[Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, yeah?]
The love, he is real, I ain’t flockin’ with them pigeons
I’m done with the mac and cheese, over for these chickens
I’m finally out the game, I’m rippin’ up the player card
I might just get a [reign/rain?]
Take a knee, and do it, Lord
You done met my mama, so you knowin’ that it’s true
[?] bad for a slap, and a [?] with it too
Elevated to the top, here the key for the lock
Ain’t no love for them thots
All this love that we got, no more playin’ games