Текст (слова) песни: Lil Kim f Lil Ceaser - Big Momma Thang ("remix")

 
Verse One: 
 
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 baby carots shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time 
Why? Lil Ceas 
 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
 
killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots 
tough talk tough walk that shit is tired 
you wanna be this queen B but ya can`t be 
thats why you`re mad at me 
 
Verse Two: 
 
Hoes think I`m foul call me the bitch shitter 
the lyrical gonna take a miracle 
like Denise Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota 
gunz we got a lotta, you can`t see me not-a-lot 
want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa 
get your tit`s licked, wouldn`t it be glourous 
if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew 
 just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass 
let me stress the tattoo on your breats 
B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position 
know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin 
plus I give head better than you 
pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you 
I dedicate this song to ya ass 
like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse Three: 
 
saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up 
stack da skeeza, keep em knees up 
what da fuck stay chillin, pack a million 
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down 
lay around clown the clock steps for no one 
never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one 
better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don 
pussy tease, here`s three for takes 
yeah I ride crate state to state 
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim 
While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine 
 Y`all our strategy misses still planin wettins 
mafio also deadins all that bullshit 
any type of threatens to pull shit 
unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh 
who knows but they gotcha 
unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh 
maybe next time keep your head up 
 
Chorus
 

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