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letra de big momma - lil' kim

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you got it goin’ on (wha wha)
(repeat 4x)

verse one: lil’ kim

i used to be scared of the d-ck
now i throw lips to the sh-t, handle it like a real b-tch
heather hunter, janet jack-me
take it in the b-tt. 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 c-m, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 karats n-gg-, that’s when i’m f-ckin wit’ the average n-gg-
word to shaft, my p-ssy battin’ and oh
don’tya like the way i roll, and play wit’ my p-ssy
tell me what’s on your mind when your tongues in the p-ssy
is it marriage d-mn, this b-tch is bad
baby carriage d-mn, i love that -ss
sh-t no, on a dime sh-t is mine, got to keep em c-mmin all the time
why?

chorus: lil’ ceas, lil’ kim

killas be quiet, my n-gg- bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that sh-t is tired.
you wanna be this queen b, but ya can’t be
that’s why your mad at me.
(repeat 2x)

verse two: jay-z
how “biggie” gonna trust you the studio with me
don’t they know i’m tryin’ to s-x 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 rumor, make you flip on little ceas
pushin backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
rock lil’ kim hats and sh-t
i gets down and dirty for the dough
i got love and b.i.g. know it
he must got the studio bugged
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 n-gg-z, but i like the sound
lil’ kim and jigga sound like figures

chorus

verse three: lil’ kim

before i caught some n-gg-s disease, got caught with his keys
b.i.g. scooped a young b-tch off her knees
threw me a high priced beam’s
face on tv’s, platinum cd’s
sh-t, i never forget
saw a n-gg- whah, p-ssy greased up
stack the g’s up, keep the knees up
what the f-ck 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, f-ckin’ 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 bullsh-t
any type of threatens to pull sh-t

chorus: repeat 4x

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