Lil Kim - Big Momma Thang - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Big Momma Thang

Lil Kim

Hard Core

01.01.2011

10

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro x4] You got it goin' on, wha wha Uh, wha wha [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing Can't 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 Twenty-four carats nigga That's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh Don't chu like the way I roll... And play with my bushy Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage, damn, this bitch is bad Baby carriage, damn, I love that ass Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep 'em comin' all the time, why [Refrain: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim x2] Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me [Verse 2: Jay-Z] How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trick you for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil'Cease Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits Rock Little Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the dough I got love and Big know it, He must got the studio bugged 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 dem my niggas But I like the sound: Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures [Refrain x2] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's Big scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me at high priced Beam's Face on tv's, platinum CD's Shit, I never faught It's on nigga whah, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps 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 the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for pape's Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin mine And I'm married to this Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh [Refrain x4]
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