Lil' Kim - Big Momma Thang Lyrics
You got it goin' on (repeat 4x)Verse one: lil' kimI used to be scared of the dickNow i throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real *****Heather hunter, janet jack-meTake it in the butt. yah, jazz whahI got land in the switzerland, even got sand in the marylandsBahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thingCan't you tell by the diamonds in my ringsThat's how many times i wanna cum, twenty-oneAnd another one, and another one, and another one24 carot nigga, that's when i'm *****in wit' the average niggaWord to shaft, brothers be battin' me and ohDon'tya like the way i roll, and play wit' my *****Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the *****Is it marriage <damn, this ***** is bad>Baby carots <damn, i love that ass>Shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the timeWhy?Chorus: lil' ceas, lil' kimKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.You wanna be this queen b, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at me.(repeat 2x)Verse two: jay-zI'm big and untrust you in the studio with meDon't you know i'm tryin' to set you continuoslyPull a high power coup make, you jump shipLeave who you with i'm with the roc-a-fella crewTrip you for the cheese, tear your boom up,Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on little ceasPushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hitsRock little kim hats and shitI gets down and dirty for the doeI got love and big know itHe must got the studio bugProbably, as we speak he's on his way up the streetWith the m.a.f.i.a. thugs and all types of heatBut i ain't tryin' to beefI'm just tryin to eatHorizontally, the way i hold my iron, sweetAnd, no, my niggaz, but i like the soundLil' kim and jigga sound like figgasChorusVerse three: lil' kimBefore i caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keysBig scooped a young ***** off her kneesThrew me a high priced beam'sFace on tv's, platinum cd'sShit, i never forgetSaw a nigga whah, ***** greased upStack the g's up, keep the knees upWhat the ***** stay fillin, half a millinGeneva diva yeah, i throws it downLay around, clown the clock stops for no oneNever 68 and owe 1, takes one to know oneBetter off wit da playboy magazines uh, *****in' wit da donPush the keys, g's threes for takesYeah, i ride crate state to stateLieutenant takes mad dimes from new york to anaheimWhile you daydreamin wine, i'll just keep gettin mineAnd i'm married to thisY'all strategy misses still plannin weddin'sM.a.f.i.a. also deadens all the bullshitAny type of threatens to pull shitChorus: repeat 4x
