Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Just a little bit of you
Stuck in them 20 somethings tell me ain't that right now
Look how you get me tripping just by hitting my line
I talk about you
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugz
We more than thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz
With just a little twist
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
Ma little nasty girl
All my women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All
telling me
You gotta know the territory! Spend a hand
Lend a grand
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty
Two-by-four kinda store anymore?
Gotta go! Gotta
Frenchies that a little
Look like twins (yeah)
I can get you what you want
Just tell what you tryna spend
(What you tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
the oven and put it on bake
You could throw a big brick through my window pane
But if I ever hear you ask me how I got my name
It's the little things
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get
beef I fire at ya
Grill until it barbeque
I got more heart than you and to
Spark at you it's an issue
Like that big bitch that
Battle wit' big tit's
My
Little Kitty big bone
I'm not sweetly
Give me one
Eat more with your collar
Calling me a man
Time is a big one
Lonely and a bit of fun
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
light?
I've been reminiscing 'bout you and I, you and I, oh you and I
We had big love in a small town
What I'd give just to get a little bit back now
(yeah) and a chrome piece
Underneath the truck seat
Little bit country, little bit hood
(Yeah, yeah)
You hear that? (Yeah, yeah) I mean
You hear
no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
CHORUS
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things
Makes you Slime for a little bit
In yo town for a little bit
Walk around for a little bit
Go to town on a little bit
She just be like whoo
Ovo sound for
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
see you more than baby, it's more like hell
You screw a little girl and end up in jail
Even though she seems she's 19
You're looking at her body
a little bit more magnetic
Then you got to get a little bit more energetic
If you wanna be a little bit more kinesthetic
Then you got to get a little bit
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