Nas

Nas - Big Girl lyrics

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(You're a big girl now)
 Fully grown with your hormones now
 Got your own home and you alone
 Wanna bone  wanna moan  get your back blown out
 (No more daddy's little girl)
 You a big girl now in the world  where niggas are fowl
 You coud be aborting the next Michael Jordan
 Your man don't wanna be around
 (You're a big girl now)
 She's sexy  she got it  she ride it
 Every nigga wanna be inside it
 (No more daddy's little girl)
 I need her, I'll eat her
 Do anything to please her
 My ghetto queen of Sheba

 [Verse 1]
 I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
 Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
 Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
 You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith
 I'm feeling richer today
 I can hit it then stay
 Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
 We got champagene, whippted cream, I'm a grab a bucket of ice
 Bubble bath running, and the candlelight feeling so right
 It's your night, no stress, no fight
 Mad at your ex, cause his dough tight
 Never go right when you're with him
 Try you best to forget him
 Cause it's easy to please me
 CD skip when your head board hit the wall
 Call for the law
 Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
 Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up
 You can hit ablunt if you want
 I'm a pull my pants up
 We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
 Tell me what's the reason for us
 To love or to fuck
 I'm the thug that you want
 If it's gangster we can't front
 If you want me I can stya around
 If you need me, I'm here for you
 How that sound?
 Now it's up to you
 Depending on how you wanna get down
 Cause you're a big girl now

 [Chorus]

 [Verse 2]
 Got your name and your number in my cell phone
 Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
 If you in a good mood, if you not
 Or you thinking bout you was at my spot
 What we did when we got hot
 Is you dreaming you had me?
 Is you creaming your panties?
 Like a king, fed me grapes, and you fanned me
 On the couch, to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
 And we ate each other like candy
 Under the covers, two intimate lovers
 You fuck a nigga like you mad at me
 Throw the ass to me
 You should be glad to be
 In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
 While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
 You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard
 How I'm making my rod, how I make you say "Oh God"
 Every how that you know wanna know Nas
 Gotta dodge all the blow jobs, getteing hard
 Cause you know how these girls are
 Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
 Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
 Starting to get an erection
 Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing
 Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
 I need time to breathe
 Wanna follow me, Ironically
 You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe
 Like it's my fault
 But you don't wanna talk
 Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
 You and the shorty start scuffing
 Now shorty dumping you out
 Can't let her get the best of you
 So I rescue you
 Only thing left to do was to grab her
 So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
 You don't wanna feel chumped
 Now here the cops come
 So we gotta run to the ride
 Then we drive off through the traffic
 Don't panic, but you know how we gotta manage
 Looking at your face
 And the damage in your facial
 Every angle can't let it faze you
 No reason to be insecure or immature
 Baby girl see the world is yours

 [Chorus fade out
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Nastradamus (2018)

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