Lil Kim - Big Momma Thang ("remix") lyrics

I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the sh**, handle it like a real b**h Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme Take it in the bu*t - 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 cum, twenty-one And another one, and another one, and another one 24 carats n***a, that's when I'm f**in wit' the average n***a 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**y Is it marriage? [Damn, this b**h is bad] Baby carriage? [Damn, I love that a**] sh** no, on a dime sh** is mine, got to keep em comin all the time Why? Lil Ceas Chorus: repeat 2X k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** 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**h sh**ter The lyrical gonna take a miracle Like Denise Williams b**hes 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 [Check it] you just a wanna be down wit my clique, b**h Just a dick s**in nasty ready for some a** 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**y get wetter than you, f** better than you I dedicate this song to ya a** Like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly Chorus Verse Three: Saw a n***a whwh, p**y greases up Stack da skeeza, keep em knees up What da f** 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**in wit da Don p**y 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** Any type of threatens to pull sh** 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