Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Z Big Momma Thang

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Verse One:  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 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?

 Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim

 Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
 tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 that's why your mad at me.
 (repeat 2X)

 Verse Two: Jay-Z

 I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me
 Don't you know I'm tryin' to set you continuosly
 Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
 leave who you with 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
 But I ain't tryin' to beef
 I'm just tryin to eat
 Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
 And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound
 Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Lil' Kim

 Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
 Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
 Threw me a high priced Beam's
 Face on tv's, platinum CD's
 shit, I never forget
 Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
 Stack the g's up, keep 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 da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
 Push the keys, G's threes for takes
 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

 Chorus: Repeat 4X
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Language: English

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