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All The Small Things (cover) Lyrics - Singles - T.a.w.g

Growing up they tell me follow your dreams 

Now I got these A list chicks, all in my jeans 

Five eight and she only weighs a hundred and twenty 

Skinny but she's got an ass the conundrum is funny 

And you don't have to like me, just the balls to tell me 

When your girl needs D then she calls the celly 

Now they see me coming up, is when they all get jelly 

Karate kid, yeah my sensei is Fonzerelli 

That's forty, I come from the land of the hyphy 

My club is all pros like the brand of a white tee 

Only a million dollars in my hand will excite me 

And I tour across the atlas then I plan to go sight see 

I never talk back when you're trying to diss us 

'Cause my response when we know you're lying is crickets 

If I ain't poppin' please explain who's buying the tickets? 

And my deals not a deal it's like their buying a business, yeah 

 

You could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

Momma said, you could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

But of all things in this life you could pick to be 

You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me 

Of all things you could pick to be 

You sure look like a bitch to me 

 

They call me short but I started at the top 

North Cal bitch if you like it or not 

It is what it is, it's an Oakland thing 

What you doing short? 

I'm just smoking man 

I got her thinking I'm the man to be 

Fuck with me, this ain't no fantasy 

We them real Bay Boys, all we do is make noise 

We ain't never been quiet come through and take hoes 

I hope he don't get mad 'cause she want me 

I really don't want her I just want to get money 

You can see me, cupcake give a fuck what you think 

She's a rich girl, and I'm in love with her bank 

You wanna be like her? Wanna car like that? 

Wanna be my work? I be your mentor baby 

I make you a motherfucker 

You take all this money and that other sucker, bitch 

 

You could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

Momma said, you could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

But of all things in this life you could pick to be 

You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me 

Of all things you could pick to be 

You sure look like a bitch to me 

 

I leave the club with a bad one, head right to my spot 

Put some Ty Dolla on and put pipe in the thot 

Got a style the world likes it a lot 

I get on tracks spit, sneeze, cough, and throw up 

I'm not wiping the snot 

On my way if you like it or not 

I'm looking at the top I'm just eyeing the spot 

And I just keep climbing I been hiking a lot 

If you told me these things would all happen 

You'd be right on the spot 

Yeah, 'cause ever since I was able to grow fame 

My superpower's I can swoop your girl with no game 

Straight to the point with no shame 

Spot her at the party I'm alone that's a sniper with pro-aim 

If you're a bitch then respect you won't gain 

Most of these cats are so lame 

Rapper fell off turned into a no name 

Lost it all and now you're trying 

To grow your buzz back like Rogaine 

It won't 

 

You could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

Momma said, you could be anything in this world 

You could be anything in this world 

But of all things in this life you could pick to be 

You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me 

Of all things you could pick to be 

You sure look like a bitch to me 

 

Yeah (Bitch) 

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