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letra de tha beehive - lil' kim

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f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy

ms. white, that b-tch with a thousand looks
come through with a thousand crooks
i just know what it takes to get this money like blow
catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like pablo

y’all n-gg-s think i won’t jump in the heap
well, let’s dance, you lames are finished
i serve all y’all cowards like a game of tennis
act like you want some of this and i’ll give you the business

you see the yellow and black, you know what it’s about
wrinkled -ssed n-gg-s gets ironed, to straighten you out
i got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
that’ll stick with the aids needle and p-ss in your mouth

i kept ’em on a leash and now it’s time to let ’em out
better pray to jehovah, the game is over
don’t ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
lil’ kim the poster girl at 718

ride outta town with my n-gg-, holdin’ his weight
after it’s cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
you b-tches ain’t been through sh-t, you just minors
what you know about stuffin’ half a bricks in your v-g-n-

it’s the d-ck licker, it’s the baby sipper
ain’t a b-tch alive can make a n-gg- c-m quicker
baby girl’s p-ssy get wetter than a shower cap
got my mans back like a jansport napsack

and queen bee gon’ bring you nothin’ but heat
homicide is lookin’ for me for killin’ these beats
you in the wrong department, this the upper cl-ss section
you hoes is startin’ to irritate me like a yeast infection

good heavens, somebody get the monostat 7
and hit me why don’tcha, hit me why don’tcha
the boss lady, i hold it down for my babies
rappers better run and hide ’cause here comes the beehive

it’s your boy, money cash, i get love in the streets
breathin’ dro colored benz’s with dutch colored seats
lay in the crib on tuesdays, duckin’ the sweep
n-gg- jump off, then get pumped off your feet

i’m like rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
i’m tryna blow sticky in brazil with the hummer
if you spittin’ and i’m grippin’ this tech
then that’s 32 shots, our throwback’s like mitch-ll and ness

man, i’m a project n-gg-, still p-ss on the steps
and keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
i play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin’ my set
it’s rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
(beehive)

f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch
(beehive)
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
(now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(the beehive)

yo, it’s bunky s to the a, and my guns ain’t warm
beatin’ n-gg-s close to death with my house slippers on
you ain’t a thug c-cksucka, you a coward to front
f-ck your project, your building got flowers in front

every chick i roll with, oz in the c-nt
i was ot in m-ss, pushin’ flower for months
sprinklin’ gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
i spit a hundred and fifty bars when i’m blazin’ ’em out

’cause i can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
forget a hotel, i’m f-ckin’ shorty right on the couch
any rap sh-t i ever barked on, to hot to handle
and my rims bigger than lower manhattan manholes

listen up for 2003 tan rover
stash box hold guns like afgan soldiers
wanna murda 16, well we the n-gg-s you call
queen bee and gotti kids, m-th-f-ck all y’all
(beehive)

f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch
(beehive)
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
(now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(the beehive)

uh, yo vee the kid, that’s the name i earned in the streets
’cause my bars so hot, it be burnin’ the beats
meltin’ my pen, i have slugs meltin’ your chin
when i throw you over the bridge, helpin’ you swim

you better wear a metal hat when you rappin’ on stage
or have my bullets like [incomprehensible] packin’ your waves
or sn-tch your face off like i’m nicolas cage
and it could be five of y’all, puttin’ eight in your grave

’cause n-gg-s think they hard, but they softer than bread
when them sh-lls h-t your throat, you be coughin’ up lead
the next step is to off you, dead
i’ma cut your f-ckin’ neck off and have kim auction your head
(beehive)

see the kid don’t rap for love, i rap for cheques
even if i know you, i demand respect
and if i put you in the body bag, your man is next
the advakid and queen bee gon’ leave the game in a mess
(beehive)

f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch
(beehive)
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
(now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(the beehive)

it’s young goldie, the advakid, put you to rest
i ride around with two 38’s tucked in my sweats
a pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet
(beehive)

and we got cake for killas like hyde and jeckyl
snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
don’t make me have to reach for the lead
you’ll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

i’m that slim kid that they say is probably hot
she only with me ’cause of what she think i probably got
am i gon’ be with her for long, probably not
unless you’re cute and suck a d-ck like a lollipop

n-gg-s talk about guns and they just bust caps
n-gg-s talk about ki’s whey they just flip packs
when it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
’cause you know bullets fly in pairs like petey pab
(beehive)

f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch
(beehive)
f-ckin’ with the teflon b-tch from the stuy
(now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(the beehive)

now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
the beehive

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