Lil' Kim - Big Momma Thang (Remix) lyrics

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? Lil Ceas

Chorus: repeat 2X

killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots

tough talk tough walk that shit 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 bitch shitter

the lyrical gonna take a miracle

like Denise Williams bitches 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 tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous

if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew

you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch

just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass

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

pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you

I dedicate this song to ya ass

like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly

Chorus

Verse Three:

saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up

stack da skeeza, keep em knees up

what da fuck 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, fuckin wit da Don

pussy 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