 |
| Lil' Kim Miscellaneous 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 |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.