Lil Kim - Queen b**h (That Kid Chris mix) lyrics

If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em He probably tried to f** him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, b**h with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen b**h, supreme b**h k** a n***a for my n***a by any means b**h Murder scene b**h Clean b**h, disease free b**h Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly n***as that jostle k** a n***a for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta Nobody do it better Bet cha I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my p**y while I watch cartoons Sleep til noon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank fill n***as lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all n***as can't eat without Predium I'm rich, I'ma stay that b**h Who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with n***as that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Mossino, but every b**h got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer You think you greater, uh (You n***as got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it b**h) Check my pitch, or send it pussuana And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb a** co*k, a good a** shot With hardcore flows to keep a n***a dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team sh**'s straight like nine fifteen, knahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich sh**, I'ma stay that b**h