Big Girl Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long sometime... 

So it seems like it doesn't make sense... 

[Female singing with laughing in the background] 

[sniffing] 

Yea, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke 

They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats 

They had stacks on the tables, cables 

I had to say it was like early May a few days 'til my birthday date, baby date 

I'll play to the sucker DJ, lookin' like Enrique 

Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente 

He said just gave a nod with a thumbs up wink 

I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink 

Bartenders know me big spenders, gave us those monster drinks 

Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink 

Playing them oldie but goodie classics, them honies had fat asses 

Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses 

Toney with the Montana, I came to play 

With my long fingernail, yo honey you should pass that yay 

Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige 

I see y'all from the perihperals? ladies far right from the stage 

I'm thirty-three, I look twenty-six with big furs on 

What y'all inherent the Santa Maria? Y'all money that long? 

Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking 

You asked me what I think about dude? I say fuck him 

And this one bitch called me Fat Albert 

The way my pockets had the mumps you know that Ghost is 'bout it 

Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets 

They said fuck you, took a sniff and then they didn't tell me 

Just because you left home, this is Tone... Yo you see I flip stones 

Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned 

Peerage pretty young ladies lost at six, Gucci kicks 

And they picky when it come to they dick 

If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well 

Free tales, sweet smells, slee? well hear bells 

Before you sleep read your books like it was mah fanmail 

And when you wake? you woman the whole world can tell 

Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop 

College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop 

And all I ask in life's for you to be careful 

Stay focused, take care of your health 

Have kids and marry a prince 

Good luck and happiness 

And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow 

The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow 

And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library 

You got the right conversation, education, and looks 

With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks 

Baby get on your feet, be an acocuntant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid 

Computer wizard, you about to get paid... 

[Outro, over background singing] 

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Yea... 

You know I just met y'all 

And I love y'all already and all that 

But I gotta get off that nose candy 

To make it in life and all that shit... 

That's why I'm here 

I'm like a father figure and all that shit 

I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but... 

YaknawhaI'msayin? 

Cuz I drop jewels all over the place 

Y'all too pretty for that... 

Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt 

I just want you to snap out of it 

You know why... cause youse a... 

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