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lil’ kim – big momma thang (remix) lyrics

i used to be scared of the d-ck
now i throw lips to the sh-t, handle it like a real b-tch
heather hunter, janet jacme
take it in the b-tt – 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 c-m, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carats n-gga, that’s when i’m f-ckin wit’ the average n-gga
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 p-ssy
is it marriage? [d-mn, this b-tch is bad]
baby carriage? [d-mn, i love that -ss]
sh-t no, on a dime sh-t is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
why? lil ceas

chorus: repeat 2x

k!llahs be quiet, my n-ggas bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that sh-t 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 b-tch sh-tter
the lyrical gonna take a miracle
like denise williams b-tches 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 t-t’s l!cked, 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, b-tch
just a d-ck suckin nasty ready for some -ss
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
p-ssy get wetter than you, f-ck better than you
i dedicate this song to ya -ss
like r. kelly and that twin pac up in your belly

chorus

verse three:

saw a n-gga whwh, p-ssy greases up
stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
what da f-ck 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, f-ckin wit da don
p-ssy 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 bullsh-t
any type of threatens to pull sh-t
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

- lil kim lyrics

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