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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Kim - Big Momma Thang



featuring Jay-Z
You got it goin` on (x4)
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 (Damn, this bitch is bad)
baby carots (Damn, I love that ass)
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why?
Chorus:
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)
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
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 (x4)

 

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