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Lil' Kim( Lil Kim )
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Big Momma Thing (Featuring Jay-Z)
Lyricist:Adrian Bartos, Shawn C Carter, Harvey Fuqua, Kimberly Jones, James Kowan Lloyd, James Sylvester
You got it goin' on, wha, wha Uh, wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha, wha Uh, wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha, wha Uh, wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha, wha
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, 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 24 carats nigga That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh Don'tcha like the way I roll And play wit my bushy Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy
Is it marriage? Baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep 'em comin' all the time
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
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
How B.I.G. and Un' trust you in the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe I got love and Big know it, he must got the studio bug 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
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
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
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
Saw a 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 one, 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 daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
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
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
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
Killas be quiet, my niggas 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
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