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I'm a big big girl. in a big big world. It's not a big big thing if you leave me. but I do do feel that. I do do will miss you much. miss you much. I can see the first leaf falling. it's all yellow
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You know, do it big, nigga. If you don't do nothing, do it big, * it. Ain't like your stupid ass gonna live twice. Ball like a dawg, nigga, * it. If you doin' it small do it big, ya know
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Yeah, okay, what's up y'all?. This is one of those dancing songs We ride big big cars and big big rims. And we rock big clothes with them big big Timbs. Got big cribs 'cause we got big crib. I'm
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Song Elvis - Pat Green. A thick plush blue carpet at my feet. A peacock stained glass window staring back at me. A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway. There's a TV in the kitchen
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. Don't trip, let's flip, then throw it on the flip. Then blow with the muthafuckin' Jigga-man. Fool. We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese. We be big pimpin' on B. L. A. P. 's. We be big pimpin' down in PAT
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hear you holla out I yi yi Its gold mouth stackin dollars. Where yo sista at 'cause she swallors. Big juicy fat I must hollars. See you in yo pants I may foll'her. Wearin tight clothes make yall
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It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy C'mon, give me a big boy It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy
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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson. . Big money goes around the world. Big money underground. Big money got a mighty voice. Big money make no sound. Big money pull a
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heart's place. The love we made, we can't erase it, don't wanna face it. . Pitter pat, the angel on my shoulder. Is haunting me tonight. Tick tock, the clock is getting louder. Ready for me to decide
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small words. But not me. I'm smarter than that. I worked it out. I've been stretching my mouth. To let those big words come right out I've had enough, I'm getting out. To the city, the big big city
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you get to live in a big old crib. And a fancy neighborhood 'cause that's lucky. And you never have to fight for an invite. To the coolest parties out in Hollywood, oh that's lucky But if you were
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measure). Trendsetter, the one who gets her wetter. Swervin' while I'm bumpin' Project Pat. Yeah, rollin' through the city with the big dawgs. *** the laws, lawyer with me, we ain't gotta call. Celly on
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streets of gold. After all the mud along the way. And sometimes the big old mystery. Just leans right on me. And whispers that I'm home and I am free. And I'll take that any day I can't explain a
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Three 6 Mafia f/ Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG, DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat DJ Paul talking yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch. The originaters up in this bitch, we got
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