Текст песни Lil' Kim - Big Momma Thang (feat. Jay-Z, Lil’ Cease)

Hard Core
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Lil' Kim
Альбом: Hard Core
Длительность: 04:17
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I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one and another one, and another one, and another one 24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage (Damn, this bitch is bad) baby carots (Damn, I love that ass) shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time Why? -------------------------------------- Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired. You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be that's why your mad at me. --------------------------------- I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me Don't you know I'm tryin' to set you continuosly Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship leave who you with I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up, Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits Rock Little Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the doe I got love and Big know it he must got the studio bug Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat But I ain't tryin' to beef I'm just tryin to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas ------------------- Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired. You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be that's why your mad at me. -------------------- Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys Big scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me a high priced Beam's Face on tv's, platinum CD's shit, I never forget Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keep the knees up What the fuck stay fillin, half a millin Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one Better off wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for takes Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin wine, I'll just keep gettin mine And I'm married to this Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit
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