JT THE BIGGA FIGGA - Every Little Thing I Do lyrics
rate meI’m a guard in the city
A guard in my car in New Orleans
A don in Dior, showing Detroit I don’t need no …
When the drink gonna lie I’mma buy too many
In the corner, not really wanna feel like that
When a whore couldn’t cry but the pain ain’t ending
You all seen my strengths, strain ain’t ending
These niggas pretending, fuck is you kiddin’
See it in my eyes, I’m a soldier really
These tear drops don’t make me serious
They just tell a story, consider me a poet
On parole, ain’t no reaper
I fell in love with a stripper, could you blame me for it?
Baby, just lie, don’t tell me the truth
The truth still hurt and my heart still proof
Never loved no bitch, I ain’t part of no crew
Everybody around look ‘em dead in their eyes
When trouble come around they gonna turn on you
Turn on who? I’mma hold it down for my niggas in the pit, doing life
Won’t change up
When I tell my brother Mike that I love him
He will never see a back tour, nigga fold the phone, hand up
Hope a nigga noted if he touch what I love
Wanna hush, motherfucker, you gonna get your brain locked
Me, you
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
Run around the city on flow
Niggas don’t want no bro
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
I’m Cali bound, motivated
Flow contagious, I’ve been gone for days
And every day I’ve been on I make a song amazing
Got my apron on, I got the blow appraising
I cut the check, check is cut, send in my homies to get the register
It’s only as strong on the whip and tuck
I’m burying ball so learn your lesson bro
Who you think that you was creeping on?
Who you think that you was speaking of?
Kick in your face until your teeth is gone
I got Dr. Dre’s, you got your speakers blown
I’m kind hearted, kick started, I’m a real nigga, not a Messy Marv
I’m on a real price, not a grocery bargain
Don’t shop at Target, I’mma ball regardless
Few owe me ‘cause it’s just some of the hardest
Why I’m whipping a nigga right in front of the garbage
And I’m signing a deal, checking as artist
And I’m counting the money on a Persian carpet
When I left the block they can breathe again
Coke, weed, money, how Jesus been
It ain’t like a nigga don’t need the ends
I don’t need a bitch and I don’t need the bands
Me, you
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
Run around my city on flow
Niggas don’t want no bro
Every little thing I do
Every little thing I do
