Lil' Kim — Big Momma Thang Remix

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 - yes, yes, what? 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 carats nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh Don't ya like the way I roll, and play wit' 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? Lil Ceas Chorus: repeat 2X Killahs be quiet, my niggas 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 Deniece 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 [Check it] you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch Just a dick suckin ready for some ass fuckin' Let me stress the tattoo on your breast 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 [And I'm] and I'm married to this 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