Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spend A Little Doe, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song Hard Core, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Spend A Little Doe |
Baby I missed you. |
— I missed you too. |
I waited a long time for this. |
— So why you ain’t come see me, no commisary or nuttin. |
I ain’t wanna see my bird in no cage. |
But I’m ready to take care of you now. |
— Now, after three years? |
— Three motherfuckin years, nigga you know what |
Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid |
It’s the gangstress, what you think this is nigga |
Calm yourself, it’s just a little robbery |
You got strickin with the poverties, starvin me Call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow |
Spectaculous, miraculous |
I practice this for a livin like the buddhism |
yom yom rain ge ki Ask Tina, love ain’t got shit to do, with me and you |
Or the 44 under the pillow with the dildo |
I like to play while I’m workin |
and that’s for certain, keep jerkin, I ain’t done with you |
Lights, camera, curtains, in a second |
The show begins, invite your family and friends |
They gots ta see this, oh they wouldn’t believe this |
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis |
It don’t take nuttin for you to love me baby |
It don’t take nuttin for you to love me If you’re feelin like I do then I know you want it too |
It don’t take nuttin for you to spend a little doe |
i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts |
out on me, by your man Big D Stink Gucara I bought his life for 3 G’s |
then some watches, then wet him like galoshes |
No need to be mad they already gone |
Him and your hitman had somethin goin on We caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark’s car |
You know the place where the willies are |
Always frontin in they ???, sippin Dom P’s and Cristies |
I reminesce how it used to be On the run from police we bust shotties out of mazerattis |
Bloody bodies in the tel-ly lobbies |
When in need I lie for you, cry for you |
You know this down ass bitch woulda died for you |
And I remember, how you said you loved me with a passion, high fashion, who you askin |
to keep the tum numb, from index to thumb |
Push the V’s with the coke from the DT’s |
Dope take the titties from city to city |
I ain’t seen a G off none of them ki’s |
At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name |
Said if Ii didn’t snitch you’d make a shorty rich |
Bitch I copped the one to three just to see |
If all the yayo and boy carryin on the Peter Pan |
and Maryland was worth the bitch marryin |
this nigga I so worked so hard for |
Choose my life to be hardcore |
lost in the field no more |
Gats I couldn’t feel no more |
And now I’m the shit |
Go by the name of Lil’Kim, The Queen Bitch |
And M.A.F.I.A.'s the click, instead of playin Don Dinero |
I shoulda been scheming on your cream in the meadow |
Don’t pay to be nice but it’s nice to pay |
And if you die before you wake may your soul God take |