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