big momma thang

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 carots 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 tongues in the pussy

is it marriage

baby carriage

shit no

on a dime shit is mine

got to keep 'em comin' all the time

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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 your 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 your 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 continuosly

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

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 your 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 your 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 1

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

ya'll 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 your mad at me